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[phosfate]

Can someone hold my hair while I barf?

Thank you.

Comments

[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

Virus? Food poisoning? *holds hair back, offers damp cloth to wipe mouth*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No idea. Don't like it. No sir, don't like it.

[hooverdam.livejournal.com]

You had that cubicle crockpot elk, huh?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

OH GOD!


_{...so not helping...}

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Is this some sort of pre-birthday psychosomatic thing?

You poor thing. I'm sorry you're feeling so yucky. I hope (fingers crossed, toes crossed, *eyes* crossed) you're better before tomorrow. ::sends non-tummy-upsetting careful hugs::

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No, it's some kind of small dwarf or gnome living in my intestines.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Do they make anti-gnome medicine?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but everything's fucking closed on Easter, so I couldn't get any. Stupid Jesus.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's fine for *him*, the bastard. He can rise from the ded. While poor Ann could barf to death.

[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

Is this a bad time to wish you a happy birthday, by the way?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No. Thanks awfully.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

Poor kid, after you're tummy's settled down Vali and I will send you virtual ginger ale and some crackers.

Um, happy birthday? I hope you get some rest this weekend. xoxoxo

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Ginger ale tastes like love. At least that's what the ads used to say.

I tried actualy ginger beer once, and nearly burned my lips off.

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Don't die or I'll kill you!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*wibble*