vicodincrutch | Entries tagged with what me worry?

I wouldn't be who I am without looking a gift horse in the mouth. Either someone has paid all women some amount of money to appear attracted or mildly interested or there is a curse going on. Or an out break.

In the event of the first, C-cups and up only.

[ooc; you know you want to.]

Current Mood: curious

Let's get Biblical. Blood like substance coming from open air water sources? Check. Frogs? Ask Dr. Chase. Lice/gnats and flies blah blah blah. Disease? If that last one is particularly relevant to you, you'll have to make your cries for help more distinct. Smoke inhalation can't be good for that either. As entertaining as the fast-forward version of this story is, the vitals are missing. It's like a vegetable.

To bring you up to speed without the Billy Graham commentary, this is like a story of an angry, jealous god retaliating on a mortal king so that the people who worshiped him could be set free. I don't worship anybody who hasn't had a centerfold and a bikini photo-shoot worth reprinting. The only imprisoned people in this joint are you and me. There's no one of us that has the capacity to have any source of power to reckon with the deities if we are going to carry the theme correctly. Once again, we're riding out this go-kart derby with no real answers to valid questions.

Why is this all so organized when curses are usually at random and without a linear progression except when it is from bad to worse? Are our deities Judeo-Christian critics? Does Jesus count here even when a handful know him let alone believe in him? Is there a way to ward of PETA after you slaughter the lambs? ~~Does this all mean anything?~~

Current Mood: contemplative

Wilson, I did some laundry. Some of your things weren't salvageable. I replaced them. Don't worry.

I've got an A. I passed. See? You should have just studied. Nothing to it. Of course it really means something negative, it's a curse. The joke is on the deities because that's also the Fonz's favorite letter.

Inara. You're a live still, right?

private//unhackable;
Twice now she's stopped by to come and see me. She knows me. I don't know who the hell she is. And every time she was around, I didn't feel right. Now I've got to go back and properly document. It has to mean something. And she knew about Wilson. So, seeing Terminator and Back to the Future enough, she's from the future. A future. The physical effect could be from the created paradox. Not that I know what that feels like.

It's worth documenting.

No jaundice. No Cuddy. It should all be good news.

[ooc; Tags will be picked up later. ...House didn't actually do laundry. He just wanted the network to see ugly, embarrassing things in Wilson's possession. Mild revenge for age curse terrorizing.]

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.

Are we all sick still. Maybe not the whining has dropped about two or three percent.

[Siiiiiiigh.]

So. I'm waiting for a taxi. Because now everyone is taking them. What about people in real need. Like me.

Wait a second.

[Limping footsteps.]

Hey! Michael Clayton was a horrible movie!

[Quiet.]

Hello? Yeah, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf as well as English? Seriously, you look especially bad in person, Ti---

[Loud dropping noise, the line cuts out. Transmission ended. Oh, hey. That's a House statue kinda close to the hospital. Fancy that.]

Current Music: Dirty Little Whirl Wind-TV on the Radio

Oh. This is sanitary.

I suggest any consumption of food be done through a straw. Those prophetic milkshakes are no where to be found. Unless you want to step out all goopy. Go for the smoothy. I only say this because you wouldn't want to digest what you're wearing unless you're exempt from HIV and AIDS or what them. Or you're a vampire, that requires licking people. Not all of them are attractive. I wouldn't lick someone ugly if they were covered in barbecue sauce. Claire Danes, Carmen Electra, Gwen Stefani...sure, easy. I can't think of a scenario that they would be covered in barbecue sauce and in my general vicinity. Oh but if they were...

While we're all down and grimey, who wants to fill out a survey?

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Current Mood: productive
Current Music: Bloodletting-Concrete Blonde

Milkshakes. Yum. Not so good though without greasy fries to dip. Beggars can't be choosers though I really hate to have to walk all the way to the nearest B rank establishment do get what I want. Whatever happened to one stop eating? I think it went the same place as Eden.

Speaking of which. Cops? You don't do much right? Here. Call an Amber Alert.

MISSING ANGRY IRISH MIDGET
Name: Eden Mac Cionaoith
Height: short
Weight: easy enough to toss and carry
Answers to: "Lucky", "Hey You", "Speak Slowly So I Can Understand You"
Last seen: In the company of a suspicious man of Middle Eastern descent. He's got a kind of perversion as you can see.

In the meantime... What do any of you do for a living? Enough of you sit around and worry about people. Who likes puzzles? And when I say puzzles I'm not talking about put these things together and make Scooby Doo. I mean, let's solve ourselves a mystery. Jinkies!

Current Mood: nerdy
Current Music: King of Pain-The Police

As big of a fan as I am of being a warrior of all that is blunt I think that being anonymous is a bunch of bull. You have something to say, say it with a face, a name. Otherwise you're a faceless liar, rather than just being a liar. Did that hurt your feelings? It shouldn't. Everybody lies.

The appointment book is looking slim again. Cough. Cough. Do we have to do this every time? I'll come around with my white coat and shake a can for annoying patients. Ick.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to EDEN

Open up your presents.

Can you believe that she didn't want to tell anyone? Peppermint Patty can be so surprisingly shy.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Danny Boy-Celtic Woman VERY VERY LOUDLY

Handcuffs made a comeback. Why wasn't I in on that? Better luck next time.

One date. Hm. Maybe for next week? How do you feel about Cone Heads? Maybe Tommy Boy. As far as partically crappy food goes, I like a good sub. I doubt any of the places have Jersey or New York culinary training. I guess that will add to the sup par.

One prescription for Tony Foster. You'll get the other one when the morphine is out. You want a quick fix hit up some drug store. I've got a system. Take it or leave it and risk over medicating.

Private to Morn;
One appointment. Paging Debbie Downer... you're up.
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Eden, why are you talking to Dr. Apu? We need to have a talk. One more thing, where the hell is the peanut butter.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: One Burbon, One Scotch and One Beer-George Thorogood

Two Lifetime channel curses in one month. I thought only two of the deities were women. If I'm not mistaken there is a significantly large amount of estrogen running this place. I'd recommend hormone therapy. But not PEMU, gotta save them horses. Is Little Orphan Annie out of the closet? The literal closet, not the metaphorical. A runaway secret lesbian is pushing the scenario way too much. Crossing over into cinemaxxx territory.

If Cuddy wanted a kid she could have just popped over to this place and waited.

I'm having a hard time believing that none of you get ill. Or shot. Or have a case of anemia. You're all a bunch of penny pinching liars who would die from stubbornness if you could die here.

Current Music: Imagine-The Beatles

I'd Tap That
Anya (every kid's dream)
Anita Blake (with or without the cuffs, I'm flexible)
Faye Valentine (booty shorts. Do I need to say more?)
Dr. Martha Jones (we got a thing, goin on.)
Rose Tyler (cute, there's sexy in there somewhere)
Giselle (it'd be so wrong but so right.)
Abby Sciutto (there's dirty, kink I know it)

People I Wish Awful, Terrible Misfortunes On (Something Like this Curse Only Worse)
FCC
Justin Timberlake
Tritter
Foreman
Whoever Thought It Was a Good Idea to Let Britney Spears Do What She Wants
Chase
~~Dad~~

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: I'll Make A Man Out of You-Mulan

DIFFERENTIAL DIAGNOSIS

SYMPTOM(S): Uncontrollable Laughter
                          Chest Pain
                          Clumsiness
                          ~~Which caused cranial bleeding.~~

POSSIBLE DIAGNOSIS:
Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis--it explains the chest pains, clumsiness and the laughter. The curse is accelerating the effects the degeneration process of the disease, usually it's a lot more slow. Search for DNA abnormalities or any hereditary link.

Pseudobulbar palsy onset by a tumor in the high brain stem or motor neurone diseases that would cause the disorder int he brain stem and spinal column.

Dementia (scribbled in) by Kuru causes the laughter as well as the inability to cooperate. The laughter would be causing the chest pains all the way down to clumsiness if that's the case.

CJD-?

~~The first two are not entirely treatable. A sample of tricyclic antidepressants would rule out dementia.~~

[ooc; Curse or not, he'd want to diagnosis this. Since House is kind of an investigatory doctor, for nowit is just ruling out different diagnosiseses since tomorrow is OH SNAP THIS ISN'T NORMAL day. Any questions, comments or things I shouldn't be doing plz do AIM me. That's why ~~God~~ LJ made edits.]

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Yummy-Gwen Stefani

Everything pink must go. Items are priced as mark. No haggling.

It will go to a very good cause. I promise.

edit: Hey, Leia what are you doing later?

[ooc; excuse for action spam is go. If the pic needs to be cut to save your lists just say so.]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Red Right Hand-Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

..........Thanks.

Well. That was an interesting weekend. I saw what you all were doing, and I think that maybe it would be a good idea to just close your windows. I got a little airsick on someone's roof somewhere. I hope it rains?

Lee's visit was nice. I hope we never do it again.

The calender is looking a little thin. ~~Why am I doing this?~~ Anyone have a splinter? Sniffles? Lime disease? Lupus? Haha, kidding on the last one.

Current Mood: devious
Current Music: Once Again-Markus Schulz

Still here.

Only so many pills in this jar. I'll run out in three days.

Is there pain in dreams? No, you hit the ground, and wake up.

I maybe in a medical induced coma. Too much brain activity for it to be complete, early stages likely.

Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Cool-Gwen Stefani