cosmic american.
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this happened thanksgiving eve. i came home, and my roommate handed me a cup of water.
tasted like shit. we talked, she told me it was molly and asked if i was feeling it yet. i told her i wasn't,
and that i was tired and going to bed. she coerced me into taking more with her. i am not even
sure how much it was, she didn't have a scale, and i didn't even know how much was in the first glass.
she started getting mad about 10 minutes later when we still felt nothing, that she had gotten some
bad stuff. i told her we'd deal with it in the morning, i was tired, i needed some z's. good night.
i'm in my pj's, under the fluffiest, softest blanket watching some tv show, and everything just feels so
nice. the breeze from my fan is nice, the blanket is particularly soft, i can't feel my 100%-of-the-time-achey-knees ...
it's just hit her, too, and she's dragged me back to the living room and we're having a good time playing CoD:BO2.
i'm seeing things, though? i don't know how common visuals are with molly rolls, but they're rather vivid, and
the only one i'm scared of is the one trying to come out of the ceiling.
fast-forward. this ordeal started at around 11pm. it's about 5:00am, now. we're sitting on the couch watching
adventure time on netflix and i get up to go get some more water, and i feel this pressure building in my middle section.
the minute i turn the kitchen tap on, i am projectile. ( i mean, it was mostly water so not a big deal, right? )
wrong. i finally manage to stumble my way back to my room, where i spend the next two hours playing hot-lava
back and forth across my messy ass floor trying not to vomit everywhere. it's about 7:30am when i pass out
spooning my one-true-love; the toilet. i wake up hours later. hours. it's 5pm on thanksgiving when i roll out of bed.
my head is searing. my mouth is drier than the desert, and i am pleading with my roommate to just cut my head off already.
i manage to eat a little of the feast she had prepared (she didn't have anywhere near the violent reaction i did). not twenty
minutes later, i'm back in the bathroom. i proceed to return to my bed and awake at 5:00am, friday.
ten long-winded years later, i'm finally to the question i want to ask:
when i went to take my shower on friday, there were all of these red bumps on my back and sides. they weren't bothering me
until after i got out of the shower, then they started to hurt. they were so painful. they looked like bug bites, but then they
also looked like these huge pimples? as the days went on, they stopped swelling, but they look like they're turning purple, and
scarring? they also itch like a motherfucker.
is this just my body telling me to never, ever, under any circumstances, do that ever again?
tasted like shit. we talked, she told me it was molly and asked if i was feeling it yet. i told her i wasn't,
and that i was tired and going to bed. she coerced me into taking more with her. i am not even
sure how much it was, she didn't have a scale, and i didn't even know how much was in the first glass.
she started getting mad about 10 minutes later when we still felt nothing, that she had gotten some
bad stuff. i told her we'd deal with it in the morning, i was tired, i needed some z's. good night.
i'm in my pj's, under the fluffiest, softest blanket watching some tv show, and everything just feels so
nice. the breeze from my fan is nice, the blanket is particularly soft, i can't feel my 100%-of-the-time-achey-knees ...
it's just hit her, too, and she's dragged me back to the living room and we're having a good time playing CoD:BO2.
i'm seeing things, though? i don't know how common visuals are with molly rolls, but they're rather vivid, and
the only one i'm scared of is the one trying to come out of the ceiling.
fast-forward. this ordeal started at around 11pm. it's about 5:00am, now. we're sitting on the couch watching
adventure time on netflix and i get up to go get some more water, and i feel this pressure building in my middle section.
the minute i turn the kitchen tap on, i am projectile. ( i mean, it was mostly water so not a big deal, right? )
wrong. i finally manage to stumble my way back to my room, where i spend the next two hours playing hot-lava
back and forth across my messy ass floor trying not to vomit everywhere. it's about 7:30am when i pass out
spooning my one-true-love; the toilet. i wake up hours later. hours. it's 5pm on thanksgiving when i roll out of bed.
my head is searing. my mouth is drier than the desert, and i am pleading with my roommate to just cut my head off already.
i manage to eat a little of the feast she had prepared (she didn't have anywhere near the violent reaction i did). not twenty
minutes later, i'm back in the bathroom. i proceed to return to my bed and awake at 5:00am, friday.
ten long-winded years later, i'm finally to the question i want to ask:
when i went to take my shower on friday, there were all of these red bumps on my back and sides. they weren't bothering me
until after i got out of the shower, then they started to hurt. they were so painful. they looked like bug bites, but then they
also looked like these huge pimples? as the days went on, they stopped swelling, but they look like they're turning purple, and
scarring? they also itch like a motherfucker.
is this just my body telling me to never, ever, under any circumstances, do that ever again?
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