giving new meaning to internal dialogue

[cimorene]

so i often find myself apologizing to my stomach. these exchanges rarely turn out well for either of us.

me: look, i'm really sorry i ate the mysterious chicken substance and the gelatinous blueberry pie! really! i'll never do it again, just please...
stomach: hiss. spit. i'm wildly unhappy. i am deeply disappointed in you. i thought we had an understanding.
me: *sulks*
stomach: bread. water. applesauce. plain rice...
me: nooooo! can't i at least have cereal for breakfast?
stomach: no.
me: fucker!
stomach: bitch.

Comments

[guinevere33.livejournal.com]

I have conversations with my digestive system like that. I think it hates me. Especially early in the morning, and if i'm under stress. Fucker.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

yes.

but, damn you, ver, you've now made "fucker" into an inside joke.

haha

[kwirbx.livejournal.com]

roflmao