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Wow, I just lost a fantastic entry. Motherfucker!
Anyway, I'm currently drowning myself in low-carb vanilla ice cream and the entire fifth season of Sex and the City, pain-killing my lack of wisdom teeth pains away. An hour ago I was sitting in this same bed, drowning in my own effing tears because my lack of wisdom teeth has been creating a lack of substance in my diet lacking which, let me tell you, has been hell. I have to eat squishy stuff that I don't have to chew, like Jell-o and Ramen aaaaand other things that I don't want to think about right now because it makes me nauseous like, fucking, ice cream and warm (not hot, I love hot food!) pasta that's been cut up into bite size pieces that my forwards teeth can handle.
I want to die.
And I feel awful for being mean to Kurt at Wendy's just because I couldn't chew my chicken and he was enjoying the side caesar salad I've been craving for the entire day and a half of this hell. I couldn't help myself afterall, my side was the baked potato with chives. *sigh* When this is all over I'm going out for a four-or-five course dinner with Kurt. And I'm going to eat my freaking face off.
This last episode of the fifth season of Sex and the City is the episode that turned me on. Bitsy von what's-her-face's black-and-white dress & chunky green necklace was a sign. It said, this show is for you. Watch it. And now I am, obsessively. I love it, goodnight.
Anyway, I'm currently drowning myself in low-carb vanilla ice cream and the entire fifth season of Sex and the City, pain-killing my lack of wisdom teeth pains away. An hour ago I was sitting in this same bed, drowning in my own effing tears because my lack of wisdom teeth has been creating a lack of substance in my diet lacking which, let me tell you, has been hell. I have to eat squishy stuff that I don't have to chew, like Jell-o and Ramen aaaaand other things that I don't want to think about right now because it makes me nauseous like, fucking, ice cream and warm (not hot, I love hot food!) pasta that's been cut up into bite size pieces that my forwards teeth can handle.
I want to die.
And I feel awful for being mean to Kurt at Wendy's just because I couldn't chew my chicken and he was enjoying the side caesar salad I've been craving for the entire day and a half of this hell. I couldn't help myself afterall, my side was the baked potato with chives. *sigh* When this is all over I'm going out for a four-or-five course dinner with Kurt. And I'm going to eat my freaking face off.
This last episode of the fifth season of Sex and the City is the episode that turned me on. Bitsy von what's-her-face's black-and-white dress & chunky green necklace was a sign. It said, this show is for you. Watch it. And now I am, obsessively. I love it, goodnight.