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08 March 2006 @ 09:13 pm
y'all, there is an unidentified smell in my apartment and a hell of an ache in my head and belly. the latter i blame on burger king, the former is pretty much up for grabs as it is un. i. dentified. also, rank.

mainly, this is just to say: hello. i love porn. the song most of the time by bob dylan reminds me of galen tyrol. that is all.
Current Mood: dirtydirty
Current Music: most of the time - bob dylan
Adoable Frunk: holding hands clarklyra_sena on March 9th, 2006 02:16 am (UTC)
*gently rubs your belly* Your life is no longer all caps, sweetie. This must be remedied, and how. Also, I don't want to suggest what the Un. I. Dentified might be, cause it'll freak you out. I appreciate the warning, though, and am bringing a metric shitload of room spray for this weekend. *sphssshhhh sphhsssshh* (that's the sound of me spraying the smell away).

zee on March 9th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
Dude, crack open your windows just to be on the safe side. I uh ... yeah, I won't offer up any stank possibilities, either. None are what one might call good.

(I lived in a lovely little apartment once: high ceilings, massive windows, and - I'm convinced - a time dilation field. Things rotted there before your eyes. I carved a jack o'lantern once and set him on a cold windowsill.

The next morning I awoke to the dull thump of him hitting the floor and shattering into hundreds of rank, furry, black and grey pieces. The inside had molded so completely and quickly over eight hours that its growth toppled the thing over. I suspect the next step would have been sentience.

So, uh. Here's hoping that nothing's rotten in the state of Nifra-Idril. The end.)