Who tough me the toothbrush trick?
I don't remember, I try to think about it while keeping the blessed object stuck into my throat, while all the peanuts I binged on just a few minutes ago come up and fall in to the toilet.
I keep the toothbrush in the same place until I can no longer breathe, and only then I take it out, avoiding to look at it.
I wipe the face, clean the toothbrush, use it for its proper scope (which, in case you forgot, is brushing the teeth, and not puking, although it serves both perfectly).
I check the eyes in the mirror, re-touch my concealer, wear my best smile. Steve's at the door, it's time to go out for drinks. "Did you eat something?"
"Sure" I smile, and I'm not even lying
2 comments:
Oh God, LUCY! I'm back, i guess! I can't believe you are still here! I don't know if you remember this old fella, god it's so good finding old faces here! How has life been treating you? When did you started puking?
Lucy...prenditi per mano, non lasciarti andare così...sei una ragazza splendida, perché ti fai del male? <3
*Ti abbraccio forte*
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