Room 417, early Sunday morning
Dec. 10th, 2006 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fates_jayeJaye's awake.
This would be because the animals have randomly decided they need to keep their voices in shape, despite not having lungs or vocal cords or anything they would rationally need to sing, but here she is, listening.
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda...
"I'm terrified I know the words to this song," Jaye announces to no one.
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda...
This is the point where the bot from music class bursts out into song, too.
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hon...
Who needs sleep? Well, you're never gonna get it...
Jaye groans and pulls herself out of bed, announcing to the world at large. "I'm going to go slit my wrists in the bathroom now. See you all in hell."
Of course, she brings her pillow and a blanket with her, so the real plan is to get some sleep in the tub. Again.
This would be because the animals have randomly decided they need to keep their voices in shape, despite not having lungs or vocal cords or anything they would rationally need to sing, but here she is, listening.
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda...
"I'm terrified I know the words to this song," Jaye announces to no one.
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda...
This is the point where the bot from music class bursts out into song, too.
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hon...
Who needs sleep? Well, you're never gonna get it...
Jaye groans and pulls herself out of bed, announcing to the world at large. "I'm going to go slit my wrists in the bathroom now. See you all in hell."
Of course, she brings her pillow and a blanket with her, so the real plan is to get some sleep in the tub. Again.
