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What really pisses me off about this whole wisdom tooth thing is that no one said it would suck this much. I talked to a dozen people about having my wisdom teeth out and just about every single one of them said to do it because i'd feel better once they were out. This, however, has proven to be incredibly untrue. I long for the days of my renegade rebel jagged tooth destroying my mouth. These days, I eat nothing but mashed potatoes and apple sauce and sip iced lattes with no straw (mind you I have a complex about drinking coffee without a straw...it will stain my teeth!). I've ripped stitches and had more mouth fulls of blood than Dracula. If I were in boston, this might not be such a big deal, but I'm pretty sure that even if I were distracted, this would suck really bad. maybe if I didn't look like a chipmunk that got its ass kicked, i'd loosen up about it.
I've had dreams the last two nights that I'm raking it in in Ptown like last summer, which, of course, has me really wanting to come back to boston and go to ptown. I also want to be recording. I restrung my guitar and I was all excited to be alone and try to write but I can't sing because when I open my mouth more than half an inch, the blood starts a'flowin'...so i'm not getting nearly as much done as I need to. I did, however, find THE perfect picture for my album cover. I want to call the cd "Charming Disaster" because,well, that's how I'd describe myself and there's this picture of me when I was maybe 2 sitting on the floor eating an entire box of cheerio's off the ground that I had apparently spilled. So, there's cute little me eating a million cheerio's one by one and my dog, PB, is right by my side helping.
ok, I have things to talk about that are far more interesting and important but I can't because as I type, I just get more and more mad at how much pain I'm still in and how my pain killers do nothing but knock me out and I don't want an entire entry about nothing but pain and how I can't handle it. I wish I were eating spiritus pizza or any kind of pizza or anything that isn't mashed potatoes. yours truly, bleeding gums wolfrum
I've had dreams the last two nights that I'm raking it in in Ptown like last summer, which, of course, has me really wanting to come back to boston and go to ptown. I also want to be recording. I restrung my guitar and I was all excited to be alone and try to write but I can't sing because when I open my mouth more than half an inch, the blood starts a'flowin'...so i'm not getting nearly as much done as I need to. I did, however, find THE perfect picture for my album cover. I want to call the cd "Charming Disaster" because,well, that's how I'd describe myself and there's this picture of me when I was maybe 2 sitting on the floor eating an entire box of cheerio's off the ground that I had apparently spilled. So, there's cute little me eating a million cheerio's one by one and my dog, PB, is right by my side helping.
ok, I have things to talk about that are far more interesting and important but I can't because as I type, I just get more and more mad at how much pain I'm still in and how my pain killers do nothing but knock me out and I don't want an entire entry about nothing but pain and how I can't handle it. I wish I were eating spiritus pizza or any kind of pizza or anything that isn't mashed potatoes. yours truly, bleeding gums wolfrum