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jesus christ. eating shockers is like puking backwards. except it only took the one time to make my teeth fucking melt. right now i'm hiding in abbie's room playing with her delicicous lab top as her and meredith watch the vomitous saw 2. which is to say they're watching saw. because. come one. what the hell else is there to do. just more sadistical nauseating self-help from the friendly guy with brain cancer. and, i'll admit, i'm listening to michelle branch and thoroughly enjoying myself. my femininity levels are out of whack cause i'm a chick or whatever. plus, she tends to this thing at the climax of each song, a thing that i have named "yoweling". it's this yodely kind of shout where she just sort of slides from note to note. except not really notes, just really loud vowels. eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulessonoftheday:uuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee