Home sweet throwing up at home.

Ever have that feeling after you worked out that maybe that last push was a bit much? I’m right there right now. And despite feeling like decorating my furniture with the insides of my stomach, it’s good. Weird how two separate and opposite dispositions can exist at the same time in the same person.

There’s a lot I’ve been thinking about recently, but I’ll save that for later. Right now I have to watch the movie Laura so graciously loaned me. I believe it’s called Bambi… so I’m going to go for the tissues before my eyes flood with tears this time.

6 thoughts on “Home sweet throwing up at home.

  1. back in the day i used to walk/run till i threw up. dont tell… I have a lot more self control now. These days it’s more ‘willpower vs. the the sofa’ instead of ‘julie vs. stupid julie’

  2. I could never watch Bambi as a kid. Not because it was sad…I don’t think I even understood what was going on…I just got bored of it. I was never a fan of talking animals I guess.

  3. So Disney went on a mission of anthropomorphising everything from bunnies to clocks and you were like, “Whatever”? Rough.

    But the movie wasn’t really “Bambi”… it was a Tarantino flick that shall remain nameless 🙂

    *dan

  4. Hey, it can be dangerous getting emotionally invested with inanimate objects you know ;P

    Never been a fan of Tarantino’s movies but I applaud him for excellent soundtrack choices.

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