Imagine yourself casually strolling through a crowded grocery store only to bump into a frantic brunette who suddenly vomits all over you. I'm talking about mad fuckin' projectile vomit. Needless to say I was the brunette and that was a memory V and I will never forget. Despite being plagued with an seemingly forever ailing stomach, this bout of food poisoning is unbelievably vicious. All I can do is lay in bed, fight the nausea, daydream about being able to drink chocolate milk and get started on replying to everyone's incredibly supportive comments and advice. Much, much, much love dolls!