Surgical Procedures and Starvation

             
           I haven't been on in a few days, I'm not counting and I couldn't care less at this point. Wisdom teeth suck. If you have room, or really fucked up teeth, KEEP THEM. I cannot explain some of this pain. I can't even smile! I'm a person who smiles for absolutely no reason, so going four days without smiling is actually quite the pain in the ass. I have to think about not smiling and to stop being happy, or I will hurt even worse.
           Here I am, blogging, while listening to some of my favorite music, but I'm not singing along. I have a challenge for my readers: blast your favorite music and just sit there. don't sing along, don't lip sync, don't even smile. Just sit there for three and half minutes then we'll be on the same page. for those of you who have gotten your wisdom teeth out, good for you for sticking through it without bitching on the internet as much as I do.
            Just so my title makes sense, I'm adding a paragraph about how much I WANT A FRIGGIN CHEESEBURGER. Not eating solids suck. I can't wait until I can eat a full rack of ribs and a steak. Just put dead cow in my mouth and I'll be happy. But, having surgery in my mouth can cause conflict with my wants and desires. Only 12 more days until I can have a glorious meal only consisting of meat. It'll be like the last supper, only it'll be my first after two dreadful weeks, (does that even make any sense? Doesn't matter.)
            On a different note, I'm stuck on my whole "fantasizing on a teacher" phase again (not in a completely sexual way, perverts). School does this to me, I see an attractive, and sometimes not even attractive teacher and I want to pounce (okay, maybe more sexual than I thought) For those whom are my innocent peers, buck up. You do it too, maybe just not the way I do. Not that I'm into some crazy, self exploration shit, but I have to admit I have an extremely creative imagination, If I know you, more specifically to my male readers, I've probably thought about jumping your bones. Don't get crazy now, it will NEVER happen. Unless you propose in like 10 years.




I'm done with this blog. My mind is going in a different direction than I want it to be and I don't want people to get the wrong impression. #teampurity

                                                   


                                                            goodnight readers.