I flash a smile and nod, sighing as I feel something in my stomach. I set my hands atop it and take a deep breath, "Oh...sh*t..." I close my eyes, "Trashcan, Jay," I say quickly, "I need a Trashcan. Now. Not feeling so good..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I'm officially making it my goal in life to become a roomba. I want to be little robot. I want knives taped to me. I want to be free. — TheMulticoloredCyr