031. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I can't tell you how disappointed I am at this moment that there is not enough traffic for you all to play in. Maybe some other time.

Lupus. Right. Ha ha. It isn't lupus. You got it. Affirmative.

Moving on.

A shiny, shiny coin goes to the tourist who makes Emmett cry.

Comments

[burnsaway.livejournal.com]

You can't pretend like you don't care.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You're right. Makes it easier not to from the get go. Thank goodness.

[burnsaway.livejournal.com]

Turn that frown upside down.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Do you not have anything better to do on a Saturday? Go to the mall, blog about that dream boat that may or may not know you exist? Shoes you could be indecisive about buying?

[burnsaway.livejournal.com]

Actually all the malls are closed here. We're on a Level Three in terms of snowfall. It's up to our knees.

NOW WHAT.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You blog about not being able to go to the mall and how it is ruining your life. Then check your myspace and keep making bulletins.

[burnsaway.livejournal.com]

I don't actually have a MySpace. Livejournal is where all the cool kids hang out. Get with the program.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Oh. So you're literate and ugly. I see now.

[burnsaway.livejournal.com]

You sure you aren't looking in the mirror, baby?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I have facial hair.

[burnsaway.livejournal.com]

And you must be very proud.