i been saying to myself that i can’t be fucked up in these forests.
what if i meet a fine af wolf.
the only way i can describe him is “damn boi…”.
so he invites me over his crib and wants to cook me dinner.
cause i like shit like that.
after i eat,
next thing you know it happens.
so ima have to cross something off the list…
this is the second time i’ve had something with salmon and got fucked up.
i had this bomb lunch from a spot i usually frequent.
macaroni and cheese
it didn’t even take an hour until i was in the bathroom.
both holes on my bawdy were wide open.
i had to take an uber x home.
couldn’t do the pool.
even though traffic was the same,
i wanted a whole car to myself.
i’m scared to go on dates or even eat out.
i don’t know what will have me fucked up out here.
i had a whole burrito from chipotle and i was good.
i’ve had greasy foods and things were great.
i eat salmon and i’m laid out in a toyota corolla???????
…a nice ass toyota corolla,
might i add.
i haven’t thrown up in a minute since i started using apps to watch what i eat.
i been doing real good,
but i guess i broke that spell.
i love salmon too!
Maybe i shouldn’t be eating everyone’s fish?
there is a joke there somewhere.
lowkey: i’ve accepted that i have a sensitive stomach,
although it’s also very bipolar too…