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May 18, 2005

Stacy: Fangirl

My blood makes a whirring sound as it rushes past my eardrums. My skin feels like it's being winched tighter and tighter by tiny sadistic machinists.

Colors swirl around the colorless floor, leaving imprints on the interior of my eyelids when I blink, first one eye, then the other.

My body clenches into a fetal position, then relaxes a bit. My earrings begin singing to me in a high, Franki Valli-esque falsetto. 'Bi-iig girls, do-hon't cry-ay-ay-ay...'

The tile is ice cold where it touches my skin, and gradually the effects of the drug wear off.

Never drinking Darth Dew again.

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Comments

LOL! I feel the same way about Baja Blast.

Posted by: Shawn at May 18, 2005 11:33 AM · Permalink