clearly not anxious enough
1. My graphite Kindle arrived yesterday--huzzah! It's sleek, it's shiny, and it doesn't make my eyes burn to read on it!
Easiest "spot the pineapple!" EVER. (This only makes sense if you're a Psych-o.)
2. I locked myself out of my house (again). BOOO! I'm not paying for another locksmith to come and break another doorknob at an exorbitant fee. Instead my parents shipped me the keys I made for them. They're not arriving until tomorrow morning, but myownwench said I could crash out in the guest room at her and jgulner's flat. So boo to being locked out, but huzzah for parents with keys and next-day delivery, and a bigger HUZZAH for awesome friends!
3. I went to see an oral surgeon at BU and--after his telling me everything that can go wrong, and my grimacing through the imagery--scheduled to have three of my wisdom teeth removed in two weeks.
Err ... So I have an open request. I need a buddy to be there to drag my stoned bum out the door when they're done with me; otherwise they won't let me have the nitrous oxide, and I fully intend to be high as a trapeze. It won't take too much time out of your day (it's a four o'clock appointment that should take an hour or less), and I'd owe you one. One what? One whatever of your choosing. I'll make you cookies. Or a homemade pizza. Something wonderful. It shall be yours. Be my designated driver! HALP!
4. After announcing that I had made this appointment, my mother has been texting my Google account with all the horrible things that can go wrong with wisdom teeth removal and questioning the credentials and experience of my oral surgeon. You know, I wasn't anxious enough about this after the oral surgeon's dire warnings about teeth lodged in sinus cavities ... But I will certainly reach MAXIMUM ANXIETY within the next two weeks! YAY.
OK. I'm done. I'd talk about Prison Break (halfway through the first season on Netflix), but I'd rather watch it than talk about it. Talking about it just reminds you how ludicrous it is.
Actually, I will talk about it just long enough to say that Peter Stormare and Robert Knepper provide more than enough creep-factor for one show. Oh, the creepiness ... It's not winsome-creepy either. It's full-blown "let's not occupy the same state as these characters" creepy.
Easiest "spot the pineapple!" EVER. (This only makes sense if you're a Psych-o.)
2. I locked myself out of my house (again). BOOO! I'm not paying for another locksmith to come and break another doorknob at an exorbitant fee. Instead my parents shipped me the keys I made for them. They're not arriving until tomorrow morning, but myownwench said I could crash out in the guest room at her and jgulner's flat. So boo to being locked out, but huzzah for parents with keys and next-day delivery, and a bigger HUZZAH for awesome friends!
3. I went to see an oral surgeon at BU and--after his telling me everything that can go wrong, and my grimacing through the imagery--scheduled to have three of my wisdom teeth removed in two weeks.
Err ... So I have an open request. I need a buddy to be there to drag my stoned bum out the door when they're done with me; otherwise they won't let me have the nitrous oxide, and I fully intend to be high as a trapeze. It won't take too much time out of your day (it's a four o'clock appointment that should take an hour or less), and I'd owe you one. One what? One whatever of your choosing. I'll make you cookies. Or a homemade pizza. Something wonderful. It shall be yours. Be my designated driver! HALP!
4. After announcing that I had made this appointment, my mother has been texting my Google account with all the horrible things that can go wrong with wisdom teeth removal and questioning the credentials and experience of my oral surgeon. You know, I wasn't anxious enough about this after the oral surgeon's dire warnings about teeth lodged in sinus cavities ... But I will certainly reach MAXIMUM ANXIETY within the next two weeks! YAY.
OK. I'm done. I'd talk about Prison Break (halfway through the first season on Netflix), but I'd rather watch it than talk about it. Talking about it just reminds you how ludicrous it is.
Actually, I will talk about it just long enough to say that Peter Stormare and Robert Knepper provide more than enough creep-factor for one show. Oh, the creepiness ... It's not winsome-creepy either. It's full-blown "let's not occupy the same state as these characters" creepy.