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» My Worst Vomit
Milky vomit
Three of my friends once decided to find out if one could actually drink an entire gallon of milk within an hour. We popped in a crappy movie (something with Heath Ledger, I think), opened up the jugs, and the milk-gulping began. After one hour, each jug was about 1/8 full. For the next hour and a half after that, they vomited pure curdled milk into a triple-lined garbage bin. One of my friends actually managed a constant stream of regurgitated moo-juice for 11 seconds straight (yes, I had a stopwatch). Now, I thought I was being all mature and whatnot by not drinking a gallon jug of milk, but when dared to look into and smell a garbage bin half full of rancid milk and stomach juices (I accepted of course), I put in my own fair share of belly bile.
(Mon 23rd Aug 2004, 6:16, More)
Milky vomit
Three of my friends once decided to find out if one could actually drink an entire gallon of milk within an hour. We popped in a crappy movie (something with Heath Ledger, I think), opened up the jugs, and the milk-gulping began. After one hour, each jug was about 1/8 full. For the next hour and a half after that, they vomited pure curdled milk into a triple-lined garbage bin. One of my friends actually managed a constant stream of regurgitated moo-juice for 11 seconds straight (yes, I had a stopwatch). Now, I thought I was being all mature and whatnot by not drinking a gallon jug of milk, but when dared to look into and smell a garbage bin half full of rancid milk and stomach juices (I accepted of course), I put in my own fair share of belly bile.
(Mon 23rd Aug 2004, 6:16, More)
» Beautiful Moments
Lost in Chicago
I spent a weekend in Chicago with my family a few years ago. We accidentally found ourselves walking underneath Michigan Avenue late one night. After wandering around on the completely empty streets for half an hour, our only company being the muffled sound of rushing cars overhead, we came to a bridge. As we trudged up the stairs, we heard the sound of a wailing saxophone drifting from a street performer on a landing across the river. After stopping a minute to listen to the music and watch the lights of the city reflected on the rippling water below, we walked up the bridge to head back to the hotel.
Smarmy tourist moment, I know, but I enjoyed very much.
(Mon 14th Mar 2005, 5:26, More)
Lost in Chicago
I spent a weekend in Chicago with my family a few years ago. We accidentally found ourselves walking underneath Michigan Avenue late one night. After wandering around on the completely empty streets for half an hour, our only company being the muffled sound of rushing cars overhead, we came to a bridge. As we trudged up the stairs, we heard the sound of a wailing saxophone drifting from a street performer on a landing across the river. After stopping a minute to listen to the music and watch the lights of the city reflected on the rippling water below, we walked up the bridge to head back to the hotel.
Smarmy tourist moment, I know, but I enjoyed very much.
(Mon 14th Mar 2005, 5:26, More)
» Irrational Fears
I have a fear of...
mayo. Not really a fear, as I can eat it with a sandwich, but seeing an entire jar of the stuff makes me want to vomit.
I'm also afraid of dogs, as a friend of mine got bitten by one, right in front of me. And a pair of strays chased me and my siblings up in a little wooden play structure (we called it "the eagle's nest"). We were stuck for more than a few minutes before my mum could get a call in to have them hauled away.
I used to be afraid of being attacked by monsters in my bed. I couldn't go to sleep unless the sheets were tucked under the mattress and the cover was pulled up my chin.
(Wed 28th Jan 2004, 1:49, More)
I have a fear of...
mayo. Not really a fear, as I can eat it with a sandwich, but seeing an entire jar of the stuff makes me want to vomit.
I'm also afraid of dogs, as a friend of mine got bitten by one, right in front of me. And a pair of strays chased me and my siblings up in a little wooden play structure (we called it "the eagle's nest"). We were stuck for more than a few minutes before my mum could get a call in to have them hauled away.
I used to be afraid of being attacked by monsters in my bed. I couldn't go to sleep unless the sheets were tucked under the mattress and the cover was pulled up my chin.
(Wed 28th Jan 2004, 1:49, More)