*hands on stomache*

[synapticjava]

Oh god...two microwave corndogs, a can of luke-cold pepsi, and the smell of hot tub chlorine and coconut bars...

I think an alien is hatching inside me. Someone cut my stomache out, please.

*curls into a ball at the foot of the bed*

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[flufshepherd.livejournal.com]

*pets you*
*passes a bunch of pain killers*

[chocgood84.livejournal.com]

Thanks, luv.

*swallows bottle whole*