All the bitches in the back- come on come on get up get up whoa
Shitty April Fools... I got my wisdom teeth cut out. Ain't that a bitch. Spitting up blood is fun. Anyway, at least I got the goods. The surgeon asks, "what kind of pain medication do you want?" and my response, "whadaya got?" $10 vicodin is ok by me. I'm supposed to be down and out for the weekend, and I probably will be for the most part. Maybe I will have a movie marathon all by myself. The New York trip got cancelled, which is super shitty because it was a birthday present, but with Paula's Shit for Luck + Jess' Shit for Luck = Nothing Ever Works Out. Oh well. Probably hit the bar hard next weekend to make up for this one and being stuck in West Michigan. I'll stop bitching now. If anyone wants to hit the bar next weekend call me up. Adios.