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the unholy stench of the damned.
2006-01-11, 11:16 p.m.

current mood: my blood sugar has returned to "normal". it was somewhere around 60 about 3 hours ago.

current song: fantasie sign remix by ian pooley, cowboy bebop II ost.

do you kids know what a colostomy is? well, i'll tell you. it's a bag attached to some poor human being, and when that person poops, said poop goes in the bag. it often smells like poop.

it usually smells worse when said person had something for lunch like...oh, i don't know...a chicken salad sandwich. and spinach drowned in vinegar. and a glass of milk. so we've got poultry drowned in that foul substance known as mayonaise, and some vinegar, and some rancid spinach, and some curdled milk that has wandered through the digestive tract of a little old lady.

and this aformentioned little old lady, as innocuous and sweet as she seems, is sometimes quite vindictive. especially when you're writing a run report. she may or may not pop open this colostomy bag, filling your rig with the unholy stench of fecal matter. fecal matter made of mayonaise.

i might not ever eat again.

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