Facebook Love

I threw up at one o’clock. I hurled again at two. I threw up banana, an ugly color yellow. I threw up eggplant, and it landed on some non-fellow. So sorry, I gulped, as un-tasty bread slithered down. My raw throat has now turned a putrid, ugly brown. And please, please, don’t put this out on Facebook, Sweet barely-know-you-cousin of mine. Beause if you do, this tightly held relationship is at the end of the line. In a little honorary text six seconds later, I read,“That was absolutely one hundred percent so mean.” I could picture the idiot laughing and dancing all the way to her even dumber computer machine.