Dude. Why am I so horrible at doing things I promise myself I'm going to do? Keep writing, not miss a day of work, "take care of that tooth", not let anyone make me feel small, keep up on this blog. I really am unreliable, man. Wow. I'm sorry. I'm going to apologize now. This blog is probably going to be a shitfuck of self loathing and terrorism. Minus the terrorism.
On a sidenote, I am listening to Flight of the Conchords and it's cheering me up a little, I guess.
Again. My tooth. My fucking tooth man. TEETH, I should say.They're fucking, ruined. Again, the fucking hospital. AGAIN. I swear they are going to know me by name by the time I actually get in to see a dentist. I don't think, honestly, I've ever experienced a pain like this. It is like something is literally drilling through my jawbone. Like Someone has taken a jigsaw to the outlining of my jaw and given me some kind of drug to keep me awake. I slept about 4 hours last night, because every time I fell asleep, I woke up LITERALLY 15 minutes later with a throbbing jaw. A fucking pain that makes me cry. It makes me fucking shake. I wouldn't wish this pain on someone I hated, for christ's sakes. Fuck america, fuck our healthcare system, fuck the world. I don't even know how I'm typing this really. I feel like theres some kind of african ritual going on in my head. fucking shoot me now.
My take on the inferior sex has fallen right back into the non existant pool of thought. I'm not exactly sure why in situations that should be heartfelt and handled with the utmost respect, men always cower and proceed to turn into five year olds. Even the most mature of men will turn into the playground bully, poking you with a stick and throwing your every flaw in your face so hard that your cheeks turn red, or grabbing anything that they can on the way down, Any root that they think will give them that last bit of dignity, but in reality is their last breath of air in the drowning of your relationship.
God I'll never understand it. As much as I hate the lonliness of being single... The sleeping alone and the not having that one person to talk to, and I pretty much know that I'm probably going to get a little depressed and lonely, and that I'll second guess myself, I'm almost positive I made the right decision. It feels right, I was looking for a way to do it for about a week, and he gave me that reason. I would never have in my wildest dreams thought he would have said some of the things he did, ha.. but I'm glad he did, because they gave me that little push, so to speak.
I'm peacin out of this bitch. I'm gonna go sit and wait for my mouth to stop hurting. Except it's not going to. So. I'm going to sit and be miserable. yay me.
God life. WHY DO I HAVE ONE?
If you answer that question I'll give you a hundred bucks..
when I win my first pulitzer.
wink.
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I'll answer your damn question. To entertain me. God.
But ya know, the funny thing is...he played himself out of a situation you'd already peaced out on. I think you can want something so much that you convince yourself to feel things that you know you don't. Shouldn't be that way and despite that loneliness does suck, at least you've got your dignity and conscience man. But oh the hours of WoW you could've sat through!
Mouth pain really is the worsttt. I'm sorry darlinggg. :( Did the hospital not give you anything for the pain? Vicaden is probably not a good plan, considering. When I had my abscess(es), I would literally just punch things and scream. It was horrible and easily the worst pain of my life. You need to get to the dentist sooooner. My god this comment is SO LONG but I'm about to post a hilarious blog just for YOU so ch-ch-che-checheck it out.
I LOVE YOU.
holy shit the verification word is "therings". ?!?!?!?!!!
I just tried to comment no your blog about my "lover" and was shot down miserably. Man that kid was creepy. And somehow, you are always my savior. The person who scares off all the creepy crawly dudes and leads me to the direction of water, and vodka. That kid probably embraces his nuts every time he thinks of you. I know I do. ;x
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