pinkanga
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 17, 2002
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- 990
You know what I hate... when you place 3 valiums down on your desk amongst a pile of junk for consumption when you return upstairs with a scotch... then you go on autopilot and do fucking whatever... then you realise the valiums have disappeared. Clearly I have swallowed them as an autonomous reflex I sat down at the computer, similar to the unconscious act of scratching ones face when it becomes itchy. Then suddenly you remember the vals sitting there ready and waiting to keep your scotch company... but you cant find them and you cant explicitly remember chucking them down your throat (although you kinda do. Kinda).
Dont you hate that? I really hate that.
Dont you hate that? I really hate that.