whiski_sour | This post contains things only 13 year old boys would find amusing.

This is the second day in a row I've woken up feeling craptacular. Not so craptacular I can't function, but craptacular enough that I don't want to function.

In the last episode, Hurley didn't want to go in the fusilage because there were dead bodies. Jack didn't mind it. Apparently, Sawyer didn't either. However, I'd have thought one of them might have commented on the smell. Did I miss that? Because I'm pretty sure that would have warrented a comment.

Do the math: Dead bodies+four days+heat+bugs= A fragrence not yet marketed by Glade Plug Ins.

I guess they'll be avoiding that fact of life as well as bathroom breaks. I also predict the inevitable need for tampons will never be discussed. Which is a shame. I think discussions about where to take a shit and Mr. Monthly Visitor would really lend a sense of realism to the show. It'd give a nice balance to the wtfpolarbear! moments.

But that's just me.

I bought some new panties from Torrid and they came in the mail today. Man, you never realize just how big your ass is until you put it in the perspective of underwear.

Speaking of which, Heidenreich pulling poetry from his trunks as Paul E. is saying "let it out" is really, really disturbing.

Now, I'm going to lie down for awhile. The thought of Heidenreich letting it out has given me the vapors.