041. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Someone took something more than a left shoe. My homosexual roommate is missing. I'm thinking for good. That leaves me with more space and a crapload more pink than I could ever want.

I don't have a yard but I'm thinking yard sale. It's only for the best. I'll euthanize the living room as soon as its cleared properly. At least I won't crave cotton candy staring at the wall anymore. I'm not kidding, six thirty in the morning or three in the afternoon. Candy.

Anyone have a copy of The Great Escape handy? Who am I kidding. None of you know what I'm talking about.

Oh yeah, for future reference, all you people should read up on first aid. That was a curse, had it been a real emergency a lot of you would be S.O.L if you know what I mean. I'm sorry I couldn't be a leader of men. Checking up on everyone else's agony wasn't high ranking on my list of things to-do.

 

Comments

[ariselikefire.livejournal.com]

Altruism is good to a point.

I prefer Vicki. And if I were forty, I'd be remarkably well preserved. It's got to be the City, somehow.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Pollyanna never learned about that. What's Tony's excuse?

I'll say. Yow.

[ariselikefire.livejournal.com]

He wants to save the world.

I'll take that as a compliment.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I don't see how the thin skinned aspect works into the equation but sure.

It is. I want to take a look at your peepers. This needs to get figured out.