There's a Pawn Stars marathon on History. Mmmm, yes, orange juice, wash away the vomit taste. It's not the lead story because she's too small-time. But maybe they're not aware yet? Or maybe they are, and they just– Or maybe she's too local.
What if they don't think it's newsworthy? What if I'm on the wrong channel, and the people in charge of this one don't like her, and it's another one that's covering her d– it? Changing channel. Seriously, I will kill her myself, and then I won't have to have days like this anymore because she will be dead and I will be free, and the only problem will be that little one where I will want to die for killing her, and I will hate myself forever and ever and drown in the ocean and get eaten by sharks, and they'll be sad she's dead then, but I won't have to be, because I'll be shark food. If she isn't back soon, I'll kill her myself.
The bread is in the pantry, and she's fine. Do things for me, person who is not here because she is busy being selfless someplace else and definitely didn't have time to fix me goddamn cereal before she went off to get killed by a laser, oh God, she's dead, she's– Why didn't she make food for me to eat, or.? I am an invalid. So much hate right now, my head's throbbing. Why can't there be a bucket that eats puke and goes nom nom nom because it eats puke and this is crazy talk because I need food. Is it hallucinating if things look too bri– Shut up, shut up. Wall's too bright, but you're probably just hallucinating. Ooooh, woozy! Keep it together, keep it together. Hokay, just one foot in front of the other, dummy. Ugh, goddammit, why's our bedroom on the second floor? What do you mean, it was my idea? You are not helpful, brain. Ewwwww.Īm I gonna be enough of an asshole to leave the crusty remains the faucet didn't reach for someone else to clean up? Sorry, Kimmie, it's going in the sink by the door.Įw. Oh, man, I don't think I can make it to the toilet with this thing full. Oh boy, looks like Pukey needs to be dumped. I need to get up and, like, get a sandwich or something before I start calling people. Much like the shit Kimmie is in right now– I'm getting dizzy from shouting things in my head. Let Pukey the vomit bucket be my witness! That's right, movie, that's how much I hate you. Why have I seen it before? Jesus God, it sucks.Ĭruel Intentions? I loved that movie! It's this thing? What's even happening? It's like, there's a guy, and this girl, and his sister is Buffy–
WILL PAWN STARS GAME WORK WITHOUT FLASH MOVIE
What the hell is this movie called, again? I feel like I've seen it before. Well, that and the fact that I'd have to get up to do it.
Laughing at the misfortune of idiots who don't understand pot laws is the only thing keeping me from putting a gun in my mouth. Yes, I could watch something uplifting or educational, but I feel like a pig shat in my head. This Campus PD marathon has its moments, but it's not a great batch of episodes so far. Why does water always taste amazing when you're sick? I stumble to the sink and turn it on, fill the glass that sits next to the sink, and gulp down the whole damn thing. I'm bored, I ache all over, and my mouth tastes of sick. I vomit into the bucket she left at the side of the bed. I also also hate being laid up in bed with the flu.
Specifically, of the various ways she could be hurt or killed or otherwise negatively affected by the world in all its shittiness without me there to look out for her. Kim mutters a hurried goodbye, runs out the door, slams it behind her, and I'm alone with my thoughts.
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