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f*ck you, Mickey D's
Thursday, April 28, 2005

› by victoria

The title of this email originates with the fact that I am filled with umbrage and vomit thanks to Mickey D's. We ate there yesterday. I had a cheeseburger happy meal where I got a cute lil' doggy toy. Biff had the 5 piece Chicken Deluxe meal. Guess who made the better choice?

Biff!

Because when I went home from Mickey D's, I was feeling dizzy and weird. I woke up at 3 AM and felt like there was a baby Alien trying to emerge from my chest/stomach. I was all like "Biff, Help me! MY STOMACH HURTS! NGHHHGGHHHHGGHH" and he responds with a "What...? You want to go to the Hospital?" No, I don't want to go to the hospital. I stay up all night and when the sun rises, so do the contents of my stomach. Threw up. Lay back down. Got back up, was sick, lay back down. Called my friend Katie and got a ride (bless you!). Got dressed, miraculously--you know how your face gets all puffy? And I cry when I throw up, too. It's awful, I hate it more than ANYTHING. that's how come I was able to put off doing it for 3 or 4 hours. Katie gave me a ride. I saw my Dad. I felt awkward but at the same time when you are this sick you feel awkward anywhere.

Went to work. I am currently working with this nice replacement guy named Peter. We were chatting about 5 minutes ago when i ran out into the hall and threw up in a garbage can. He gave me some mint gum so that I won't have to feel disgusting.

Your question may be, why are you still at school? to which I reply I HAVE A FUCKIN' PR PRESENTATION AND I COULDN"T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IT. But I still have to go. Doesn't this just suck? My personal phobia is that I will be known as "that girl who threw up in front of her p.R. class." Oh, and I'm not exactly joyous about telling my internship co-ordinator that I am violently ill.

Such joy!


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