911
My left ovary is stabbing me from the inside. I don't know how it got a knife, or what the fuck it has against me, but I do know that I feel like I'm going to puke.
Perhaps this is karma for telling Duckie that I was going to put him in a bath of ice, cut out his organs, and leave them within his eyesight but out of reach. Just so he knows I didn't even sell them on the black market... or use them to save my dying mother?
But that can't be right because yesterday I gave a homeless man a quarter and I was sure that would make everything right in the world.
Perhaps this is karma for telling Duckie that I was going to put him in a bath of ice, cut out his organs, and leave them within his eyesight but out of reach. Just so he knows I didn't even sell them on the black market... or use them to save my dying mother?
But that can't be right because yesterday I gave a homeless man a quarter and I was sure that would make everything right in the world.
