So tomorrow I’m getting my wisdom teeth yanked out and bone grafts put in and I’m all kinds of excited. Why? Because tomorrow I will be drugged and will be forced to relax and take it easy. No worrying about work, no washing the dishes, no feeling guilty for watching Ghost Hunters and Frisky Dingo all day long. Just me, getting my deeply impacted teeth ripped out of my skull and drooling blood for several days. It’s sick how excited I am about this.
Also, I was going to clean my house tonight because my anxiety disorder is convincing me that I’ll probably die during the surgery and I didn’t want my mom to fly in for the funeral and be all “God, my dead daughter was a shitty housekeeper” but then a friend pointed out that my mom would probably be distraught and would need something to clean to distract her from her intense grief. So mom, I left those piles of dirty clothes everywhere because I love you.
Also, the porn under the bed is not mine. I bought it on accident. For educational reasons. Don’t look under the bed.
Comment(s) of the day: I don’t have any ideas about the stuff under the bed… I was going to say “Send it to a charity group,” but no. No, no, no. Never mind. ~ Melanie
Toys for Twats? ~ Just A. Reader