Monday, November 20, 2006

- You don't understand, every day, all day, it's all that I think about, OK? Every time I sneeze, it's like I'm four sneezes away from the hospice. And it's like it's not even happening to me, it's like I'm watching it on some crappy show like 'Melrose Place' or some shit right, and I'm the new character, I'm the HIV AIDS character and I live in the building and I teach everybody that "It's OK to be near me, it's OK to talk to me." And then I die. And there's everybody at my funeral wearing halter tops or chokers or some shit like that.

- Vickie stop, OK? Just stop. You're freaking out. And you know what? You're gonna have to deal with the results, whatever they are, we're gonna have to deal with them just like we've dealt with everything else.

- This isn't like everything else.

- I know that, alright? But it's gonna be OK, you know? I know it's gonna be OK. And 'Melrose Place' is a really good show.

[ reality bites ]

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