I had a dream last night.  A wonderful, glorious dream ( Read more... )

1.  Cute Boy #4 gave me his number.  I'm...having fun talking to him.  He's dorky.  I think I'll stick to texting for now, though.  I hate talking on the phone.  Unless it's my mom ( Read more... )

1.  So it turns out 'adjusting your bite' is dentist code for drilling into your fucking tooth without anesthetic of any kind.  So that was a good time.  Related- I swear I have to buy a bottle of ibuprofen every damn day.  They're never where I need them!  I probably have enough in my apartment to start dealing.  Yesterday I left the dentist ( Read more... )