Avoidance

Sponge Bob: I used to have dreams.
Mr. Crabs: I used to have a kidney stone, everything passes.

My hand smells like onions and grilled cheese.

It will grow out.
It will grow out.
It will grow out.
It will grow out.
::Tugs at hair in frustration::

Patrick: The needle was on E so I figured that meant END.

-Disco-
(And her frustratingly boyish hair that refuses to cooperate)