Blood..

I don't like blood.
I can handle my own if its flowing in a somewhat normal fashion, but if it gushes... you've lost me. And forget about other people's blood, I either get dizzy, throw up or both.
So apparently I can't handle even the imagery of blood or guts.

Yesterday, Jim, Ashley and I were walking back from lot 75 and we started to talk about curb stomping. Not a big deal right, I didn't think so either... until Jim mentioned that curb stomping is a pretty humane way to kill someone because if done correctly, the person's teeth will shoot into their brain and kill them. Yep. That's all it took. I as gone. I got hot and light-headed and then the puking started. Seriously, I wish I was joking.
I wish.
Not only did I get sick and light-headed and dizzy, Jim went to get his car and they took me home where I continued to throw up.
Walking up the stairs was fun.
So while I was laying in my bed, puking whatever was left in my stomach, there was NOTHING left in my stomach, (sorry this is so graphic!) Jim was playing around on my computer and making me laugh.
Flash forward to 4 a.m.
I woke up tucked into bed with the light off and the door locked.
My mind was BLOWN.
How did Jim lock my door? When did he leave? What happened?

Well I found the key under the door and then went back to bed... I woke up this morning and went on with my day only to find little notes left all over my desk... they were varied, from things about my floor to where my key was.
What a great night!
NOTE: Sarcasm

Who knew imagery could make me vomit?!
Oh yay!