E.T. get outta my duodenum
You know that movie with Sigourney Weaver in space and everyone is sitting around the table eating dinner and everything is fine and then an alien comes out of that dude's chest? So do I, which is how I know that the very same alien is living in my stomach.
posted by K8 @ 12:41 PM
4 Comments:
Yo, Kate. Congratulations on your alien conception. And thanks for the blog "411" as the uncool kids say. Rest assured, I'll be watching you.
If you're so inclined, you can check out my less exciting "blog" at http://www.livejournal.com/scarsnsouvenirs . I mean, I'm not leaving the country or anything, but there are pics.
Peace out, man.
~Laura A.
OK, the address is actually more like:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/scarsnsouvenirs/
~LCA
KATE! I NEED YOU! YOU ARE SO FUCKING FAT AND SOME DAYS ALL I WANT TO DO IS WRAP MYSELF UP IN YOUR WARM SOFT FAT AND FALL ASLEEP. or something.
but i really miss you and all. hey. my aim is twocalamities. you should hit me up sometime. fo' real.
love and peace,
your friend Jenny Craig,
aka Freshman Halley
They're comin' outta the goddamned WALLS!
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