The end.

[flamingo_bandit]

And so my house smells like burnt popcorn and melted plastic, I'm sitting alone on the couch in my pajamas at one in the afternoon, and "Love Shack" is stuck in my head.

Comments

[shinealightonme]

Okay, so, this sounds like one of those games/exercises where someone gives you a sentence and you have to write a story that starts with that.

Just saying.

[flamingo_bandit]

It can be if you want it to be. In fact, that's a good idea--now I'm going to make people write all of my LJ posts for me. ;)