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So I'm taking a bath after a long day, when my mom bursts in on me to get ready for a date. I pull the curtain over the bath and she begins to get ready, I start relaxing and ignoring her presence when she says, "Can I ask you a personal question? Did you throw up in the sink last night, and is that why it's clogged up?"
"Yes."
"Well...use the toilet next time."
I got home and I ate a South Beach diet TV dinner and to be honest, I feel like a pig, but I'll get over it.
I wonder how everyone else in my life is doing...? By the way, I'm about to start bellydancing again, which I'm excited about. I'm hoping maybe it will help me to start getting comfortable in my body and more confident. And hell, it'll be fun.
