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[vicodincrutch]

Eden, I had no idea how treacherous your life is. Now that I do, I think I'm going to get you lifts for Christmas. There, that one was easy.

I know not everyone spent the majority of their day on a desktop or licking Vicodin--for lack of a tool and trust worthy help to crumble it a person will do what they must. Any tiny man complex jokes will be dealt with accordingly.

I feel compelled to ask the masses how their trip went. A lot less Jefferson Airplane than I take it. We'll talk about that. Not other stuff like how many curses there have been. Who wants to hear about that? The concentration of curses has lead people to believe that something big and or bad is going to happen. No one wants to hear a chaos theory this time of year because we going to compare trees in an absolutely Freudian free way.

Does anyone have a cold? Does anyone want a cold?

Comments

[eiremagic]

I can't walk in heels, House.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh.

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[seekinghead.livejournal.com]

[dr_conscience]

Ah, a rhinovirus infection. Finally, a perfect gift for the person who has everything.

[neverplay]

You should dress up as santa. You'd be perfect.