1.11.2012

Let's do the time warp again

Dear Vicodin,

Thank you for saving me from the pain of my oral surgery. Instead of clawing off my own jaw with my bare hands, you've gently induced me into a hazy, lucid state of consciousness filled with dancing blue flight attendants.

Cause I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?

Now if you could just hook me up with one of these ridiculous Britney Spears x Pan Am costumes (or at least help me hallucinate one for myself) I'd be all set.

Love,
Phi

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