My GOD do dissolvable stitches taste bad. I'm sure they're not actually catgut any more because catgut (or any other sort of gut) runs so much risk of infection, but that doesn't mean they taste good. My mouth tastes ashy all the time. I'll be happy to go back to the surgeon tomorrow and have the stitches taken out. I can chew pretty well, so I ( Read more... )

So far, it's been a real joyride. The actual surgery wasn't so bad, since I slept through the whole thing, but then came the Aftermath. ( Hoboy. )

Tomorrow, I get my wisdom teeth pulled out. Three at once! Two of which are twisted funny! All while under general anathesia. I have to wake up early for it and I am not happy. I will also probably be on painkillers for a few days, which is going to be fun ( Read more... )

Ahh, the wake of Birthday Ball ( Read more... )

Things I really do not want to do:

Go home for the weekend tomorrow. Hmph.

all this emotional yo-yoing and unneeded drama has, apparently, put me into a blue funk. Yay. -_- I'm tired of all the damn name-calling and back-stabbing and ... for lack of a better word even though I used it, drama. Just...tired.

This morning, my computer was working fine. It had an old motherboard and an old video card in it and it all worked beautifully. It got along with me. It was nice ( Read more... )

Yet again I throw y'all for a loop by returning to the ground not-dead and not-on-fire. What will I do next ( Read more... )

Okay, boys, I'm all for musical diversity and expanding your horizons and everything like that...but...letting someone mix Tupac's 'Better Days' over Drive ( Read more... )

My plane did not crash in a firey ball of doom. I know, you're all disappointed. I am here safe in Vegas and my boyfriend's roommate's dog has already apparently taken a shine to me.