This morning while driving to school on the 403 in stop and go traffic, i turn to monica and say 'i'm feeling super nauseous'. We sort of laugh it off because its 6 am and life isn't rad. Somewhere between Burloak and Third Line, i was like 'monica i'm going to puke' and i dropped the steering wheel, and that was it, puke all over the car. I pulled over, and we did the best we could to make me less gross, and we were on our way to school. At the end of the day i have a new sweater on and the puke totally dried on my jeans.
wanna do it??
fin
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