Katylina
11-26-2004, 09:18 AM
I get home from the gym this morning and see two boxes of cereal sitting on the kitchen counter. One is a half filled box of generic store brand and the other is Special K. I walk by my mother, pour the Special K into a bowl with milk, walk past her again and sit down to eat my cereal.
About a 1/4 of the way through, I see something on one of the flakes. I pick it up, and to my horror, there was one of those meal worm looking type bugs dead on the flake.
This of course leads to screaming, gagging, and pouring the entire bowl of cereal into the garbage. This, in turn, sets my charming father off about, "what kind of (insert curse words here)
idiot throws milk in the garbage." My mother then says that this box of cereal was from my grandmother's house (mind you my grandmother was in the hospital in June) from before she passed away. My stupid cousin, John, told my parents that the cereal was FINE to eat. But then my mother goes on to say, she was planning to throw out the box anyway.
Then why, in God's name, did she leave it on the counter NEXT TO the good cereal? She saw me walk by with it in my hands and still did not say anything. More yelling screaming, and "if you don't like it move out," type of dramatics.
It all ended with me over the toilet bowl with my finger jammed down my throat trying to throw up any little buggies that I ate. Well, I couldn't get anything up (I would be a failure as a bulimic), so I said to myself, "fuck it" and wondered whether they would come out whole or if I had chewed on the little buggies.
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About a 1/4 of the way through, I see something on one of the flakes. I pick it up, and to my horror, there was one of those meal worm looking type bugs dead on the flake.
This of course leads to screaming, gagging, and pouring the entire bowl of cereal into the garbage. This, in turn, sets my charming father off about, "what kind of (insert curse words here)
idiot throws milk in the garbage." My mother then says that this box of cereal was from my grandmother's house (mind you my grandmother was in the hospital in June) from before she passed away. My stupid cousin, John, told my parents that the cereal was FINE to eat. But then my mother goes on to say, she was planning to throw out the box anyway.
Then why, in God's name, did she leave it on the counter NEXT TO the good cereal? She saw me walk by with it in my hands and still did not say anything. More yelling screaming, and "if you don't like it move out," type of dramatics.
It all ended with me over the toilet bowl with my finger jammed down my throat trying to throw up any little buggies that I ate. Well, I couldn't get anything up (I would be a failure as a bulimic), so I said to myself, "fuck it" and wondered whether they would come out whole or if I had chewed on the little buggies.
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