You could shove a burning spiked dildo up my ass and it wouldn't compare to tonight. Getting my wisdom teeth removed was the most atrocious experience of my entire life.. I scared the nurses.Aside from the pain of them shoving me with the IVs twice on both hands since apparently my veins are fucked up, I apparently vomitted which I don't remember.. But..even worse is that I came off the anasthesia as he was working...So I started freaking out, screaming and crying hysterically. I felt him taking out the teeth and sewing me back up. I heard the heart monitor and it sounded like I was having a heart attack, all of them were freaking out. Two of the nurses actually were talking about needing to go out and get a drink because of me. I had a nervous breakdown because I do badly enough with just going to the hospital, it even too like 15 minutes of sweet air before they were able to start tapping me, he knew ahead of time...On the lighter note he did prescribe me Percoset, which he never does, but I am gung ho against Vicodin, and I think I scared him enough that he was able to make an exception.

The most annoying part is the pain, the lack of ability to eat, and the fact that he threw out my teeth when I wanted them.

Grr...I'm just hoping I don't end up bruised and squirrel faced.

Sitting in a Walgreen's parking lot the most ingenius, inspiring thought comes to my mind.

Russell's Stover's Chocolate Easter Eggs represent the human race.

It does! I'm telling you, when you think about the diversity of flavours and textures to choose from you can just embody the entire population of New York, from the gooey sticky tartness of a Raspberry Whip, you know, that dark and dramatic; vaguely whild..To the nicer, fluffy sweetness of the Strawberry Marshmallow...and it'[s cousin..vanilla....AND WHAT CAN BE SAID OF THE CHOCOLATE BROWNIE TRUFFLE EGG!? The dark, gothy conterpart to all of it's Eastery-pastell goodness that just rebels in it's dense, rich, overwhelming darkness....Smothering, and passionate, and deathly to arteries at least. Not that it really adds to up to my favourite egg, the Peanut Butter, which is a creamy consistency than that of Reese's, warm, and homey....like a mother, like warm buttered toast, or the most perfect embrace you can think of.

And yet, despite this diversity of feeling and all surrounding perfection...they all look the same on the outside, they're completely unreadable when unwrapped...

Easter Candy is the end all, it encompasses everybody...Even you know...the people that don't celebrate the rebirth of Jesus as an egg shitting bunny.

The anatomy of Peeps to come later..possibly.

My entire floor was covered in split peas. O finally cleaned it up and washed it.
My room is now clean.
I should invest in new batteries for my camera so I can start a photo blog too.
It'd probably just be pictures of my idiot cat.

What? What are you trying to say to me, huh? No....no I did not say you could lick my face, stop looking so dissappointed..........WHAT!? What is it you want, stop looking at melike that, I don't even know what you're looking at...Your eyes are pointed at two separate walls in the room. You really can't be cute when you're eight feet long, you're like a go cart.. Like a Mario Cart? Laughing. He'd make the sounds. Or a giant black twinkie...with a tail. God! now look, you've hurt his feelings, apologize to him...I said apologize to the idiot.


Point One. No Suit. Point Two. No flying, I don't want to see him flying. And Point Three. We need a giant spider in the third act...