Ah

ha ha, ha ha ha ha.

yes. i am DONE with 3 finals, one more to go.

vengeance will soon be mine. warmth and comfort and drugs and satisfaction!!

not really. god my teeth hurt. stupid whitening strips giving me gum sensitivity or some nonsense.

i just enjoyed a lovely bowl of oatmeal. sans milk. yep. i was feeling watery oatmeal today. it was quite quite delicieux. did i mention my teeth fucking HURT? because that's honestly the only thing i can think of right now besides the fact that my clothes is piling atop my poor sad bed/room in a manner that can only be described as vomitous? I know, i know, perhaps that sounds like i'm hyperbolating. No, i'm not actually. Well, maybe a bit. But i also feel incredibly slovenly and -did i let on that my teeth hurt? Yes, yes they do. all this for the pursuit of whiter dentrifices. stupidity. wait. perhaps not. because i know for a fact that white teeth look nice. yes. they look clean. people with white teeth are clean people. people with white teeth are nice. people with white teeth are the product of a healthy life. ah, perhaps my white teeth will even be a physical reflection of the purity and cleanliness of my soul!

did i mention my teeth HURT?????

but of course, white teeth = good teeth. but of course. and were it not for my white teeth (amongst the EXCRUCIATING PAIN of FONGING -yes, that IS actually a word) i would not be beautiful. my white teeth = beauty.

yes. that's right. absolutely.

now if i could just get a hold of some barbiturates....

ha HA. you thought i was serious now didn't you?? well i was most definitely not. one musn't trifle with that sort of thing. why, barbiturates and other such drugs are HIGHLY dangerous and addictive! no no. one must never utter the word.

oh dear. i feel that i musn't continue. else i should have to speak in "hushed tones." oh dear.

the inadequacy of it all.

MY TEETH ARE KILLING ME.

and to top it off, my apartment feels like the fucking Gobi desert minus the beautiful starry night (and hypothermic-induced death, of course). my pooah little toes. well, more like big toes. my feet are rather large. perhaps you didn't know that. well they are. i am convinced, however, that they were created this way for a specific purpose. such as balancing out my clumsiness, or serving me in some future life situation that i am sure will be highly dangerous and my survival will depend -believe it or not- on the incredibly LARGE SIZE of my feet.

take that DARWIN. natural selection my FOOT.

ha ha

mein gott my teeth.


i just popped two pills. ibuprofen. oh mon dieux i hope it goes away.