Bad taste makes the day go by faster.
Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means "sickening to contemplate"; the second means "sick at the stomach." Do not, therefore, say "I feel nauseous," unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
People always talk about the nausea that comes with chemotherapy. For me, it's more like a queasiness. And it can be intense. It's an uncomfortable, gross kind of 'blech' feeling.
Fletcherizing is gross. I tried it once. I tried to go until it's all liquid, and it just creeps you out to be focusing so much on your chewing.
Pain is such an uncomfortable feeling that even a tiny amount of it is enough to ruin every enjoyment.
The first kiss I had was the most disgusting thing in my life. The girl injected about a pound of saliva into my mouth, and when I walked away I had to spit it all out.
I did smoke a joint once but I did not enjoy it.
I've eaten things that didn't complain this much.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
You learned the concept 'pain' when you learned language.
I distinguish sentiment from sentimentality. Sentimentality makes your skin crawl. It's like too much sugar. But, sentiment is a great feeling.
It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.
Salad, I can't bear salad. It grows while you're eating it, you know.
I feel like a midget with muddy feet had been walking over my tongue all night.
I hate the feeling of having hair on my neck.
Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.
Sitting in cold wet britches for an hour was no fun even in a magic kingdom.
Jamming is really the most awful, excruciating experience for me; I really don't enjoy it.
Being on the toilet stool is the grossest thing there is, to me.
The fact is, after a certain age, high heels can feel as painful as someone sticking hot pins into the soles of your feet.
And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.
It's always a little gross when you're guarding someone and you can see, like, hair coming from underneath his jersey.
I feel like I'm a big human snot.
Putting your feet in ice cold water? That's not fun.
The chi of a room is important to me. If I walk into a hotel room and it doesn't feel right, I ask to change.
