A case for either of their ends could be made, the tremor through Ivan’s body hitting something worthy of a magnitude rating. A cough, akin to a death rattle, only the weak precursor for another dribble onto his person. The case could certainly be made for Ivan’s passing, but Katyusha would often disagree. Ivan had done this throughout his seven hundred years (and quite a few textra) of existence. There was unstoppable bleeding, fevers, sores, openings, blisters, burns... and nothing managed to kill him while he grew. The world wasn’t done with him, but neither was the nausea.

It probably didn’t help that lifting his head somehow managed to make him feel dizzy, looking at Gilbert’s face, peeled back in disgust like an orange. Trying to inhale through his nose was fruitless, so he just had to blow the remainder of snot and half-digested food into his nose onto the rest of his face. “I-I wasn’t this drunk... I am not..” It was almost disappointing that he wasn’t drunk enough to excuse this massive mess, but he was drunk enough to be held responsible.

It was starting to feel sticky, losing consistency and warmth, at the odd stage of being cold, wet, smelly, and vaguely burning. Not being famous for moisturized skin, it was out of sheer malice that the vomit would infest every crevice of his skin and start activating papercuts and other miscellaneous breeches in skin. 

Was confused about if this was an actual compliment.

Clicked on your blog.

Threw up.

So a woman is defined by her willingness to suck a dick that probably hasn’t been thoroughly cleaned in days.

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1. My friends last minute changed the plans on me and I HATE last minute changes, Especially those that require me to be available an hour earlier. for. no. good. reason. 

2. Doctor Who. No Chris Eccleston. Okay so this wasnt totally part of my grumps. 

3. Super bad tummy ache tonight. : (

4. Our stupid young neighbors were having a party so loud we could hear it across the street and at least six houses down. I live in quite possibly the most quiet suburb in my area. It's all old folks and families. About a year ago, this group of young men moved in and they have loud parties. They drink, they take over the pool, while drinking and drunk. They essentially break rules, and are generally unpleasant. There was an incident with some vomit awhile back, but luckily my brother was able to move my car before I saw it. Which is good given my extreme phobia. Tonight their party lasted until 130. THEY ARE SO LOUD.