When Is Giving Too Much Face Too Much?

me and my diabolical retching. retch retch retch like a bulimic. i'm embarrassed because there was vomit in the car, vomit on my pants, down my shirt front, etc. fortunately, the coming-down this morning was not at all unpleasant. in fact, i felt like i needed to retch my guts out anyway. a kind of new buang suay, y'know. nevermind that my father knew what was up when i came staggering home last night. well i made it to school today, didn't i? in good form too. i should apologise to the BGII for putting him through it all but i can't bring myself to. i'm that embarrassed. poor bloke. the ride back home couldn't have been pleasant with the smell and the tell tale signs of vomit. but i'm not at all sorry that i grossed the uni posse out with my vomit-drenched money today. i quite enjoy it. barf it out any way you can, i say.

so we miss cindy. cindy you're missed.