091. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Again? Don't you people have something better to do? Check your myspace? Talk to your mother? That cat at your feet, one of four, that's got to be something. There is nothing at all that requires your attention?

Liars. All of you.

Comments

[23husbands.livejournal.com]

Not a thing. Looks like you're just going to have to entertain me.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

And me without my flaming bowling pins to juggle.

Don't you need to go and be possessed by Patrick Swayze?

[lagerfeldbuilt.livejournal.com]

Ah, the man who wears his bitterness not as a staple of black but as a garish statement piece upon the wrist whose center is spotted with too heady a perfume.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't get the memo that overly extended metaphors were back. Tre chic.

[wearstiaras.livejournal.com]

Oh, dude. I know this one. It's not lupus, right? I always wanted to say that.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I have never, ever heard that before. That's so profound and original.

1/3

[yourbestfriends.livejournal.com]

You should join MySpace!

[yourbestfriends.livejournal.com]

And make friends with that pretty~ girl.

[yourbestfriends.livejournal.com]

We swear she's eighteen~!

[4thwallcansukmy.livejournal.com]

Well I just cleared my Myspace inbox, called my mommy a while ago, and I don't usually keep cats. Too easy to kick around.

Why you wanna do somethin'? Go to the arcade, grab some chillidogs, swim in nuclear waste? I'm down for anything.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I'm in the process of deterring idiots. This could take a while.

[mamawallbreaker.livejournal.com]

You're just as cranky as the last time.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

These people bring out the best in me. What can I say?

So. Still MILF.

[fuckyoualice.livejournal.com]

MySpace is for pussies.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Which is why the larger multitude should be there.

[cokho7.livejournal.com]

Everybody lies~ ♥

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Revolutionary thought! Wherever did it come from?

[fon-guardian.livejournal.com]

Hmm... Kind of old! ... But I bet you're loaded~ ♥

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I know you are.

[simplyexplained.livejournal.com]

...Doctor House?

[hallucinamber.livejournal.com]

He won't know you. The poor guy's retarded.

[hallucinamber.livejournal.com]

There's nothing at all that requires mine.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Welcome back. I forgot to make a care package.

[admirablewoman.livejournal.com]

Well hello there.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Mostly hell.

[callme13.livejournal.com]

Myspace was so last year.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Google is the other popular people's poison. Any place but here.

[brbgothomework.livejournal.com]

"My space"?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Yes. The website. The pop-culture cancer.

voice;

[aintgotalick.livejournal.com]

You got a myspace?

voice;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay. For an old guy, you're totally hot. The cranky thing works for you. Gives you that whole 'Broken puppy I can fix him' thing which girls totally love.

Myspace is so five years ago. My Facebook is totally updated. I talked to my mother this morning and I don't have a cat.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The caustic motif is the 'don't fix me' tag to the speculation.

You're either high, looking to work out the daddy complex or about to tell me an astronomically large lie about how old you are.

The first two can be worked with.

[melodyoftruth.livejournal.com]

One can say the same about other people, including you. Everyone's got their own lies and secrets that they wish to keep to themselves.

[bakurakrazie.livejournal.com]

Funny thing you should mention checking your myspace.