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I’m home from the dentist and am happy to report that all went very well. My cracked tooth was a little more damaged than previously thought, so it had to go. And I am SOOOO glad. I’m not thrilled about the gaping hole in my mouth but it’ll heal with time. Thankfully it’s way in the back so you can’t see it unless I open wide and stick my mouth in your face. Which I don’t think I’ll be doing, as sexy as that sounds.

Since I’ve never had a tooth pulled out before, I was pretty nervous. Therefore the nice dental assistant gave me Valium. I’ve never taken Valium before, but I am impressed with it’s ability to chill me out completely. The procedure itself was painless. I didn’t even really feel the numbing shots, which was what I had been dreading most. Yanking out the tooth took some effort, but other than pressure- and the dentist’s foot on my chest- I didn’t feel pain at all.

(Kidding about the foot.)

So far my face is still made of rubber. (I’m half-tempted to just start piercing the whole right side of my face just because I wouldn’t feel it.) The second I regain feeling, I’m prepared with my NEW prescription of Vicodin to handle any pain that might attack me. I also have the next two days off and I plan to use them sleeping.

I’m tired and a bit woozy and think I’ll take a nap now.

Peace and dentists who rock hard with good drugs.

Just so ya know- I’m pretty stoned right now. So if this is riddled with spelling errors, or if I don’t make any sense, my apologies. I will try to proof read before I publish.

Turns out I’ve been blessed with a double tooth whammy: A wisdom tooth has decided to rear it’s ugly head and, in the process, crowd my other teeth- one of which is cracked. You can imagine the amount of joy and happiness this is causing the inside of my head. I don’t remember there ever being a time when I wanted to smash in my own face with a hammer. Until now.

Thankfully this will all be resolved tomorrow. Until then, I have been given Vicodin. Which I now like to refer to as “Fuck Yes!” in pill form.

The biggest bummer (besides wanting to blow my own head off) of this whole thing is that tonight is my girl Sly’s LAST night of bartending competition and I can’t go!! I felt horrible, when she called, telling her that I can’t make it. Although when I told her why she totally understood. I will be there with her in spirit. Right now it certainly feels like I can fly over there.

Well, Fashion Paramedic is giving me weird advice about what to do with my cracked tooth, so I’m gonna go try her ideas and see what happens. She said something about tea-bagging that made me laugh- but she meant real tea bags. Did I mention I’m stoned?

Peace and prescription drugs.

Due to excruciating tooth pain, and the absolute and total misery it is causing my entire being- I will not be around until I get this taken care of. Which will hopefully be very, very soon.

I hope everyone (who celebrates today) has a fabulous holiday, and doesn’t blow anything up or set anything on fire. And by “anything”, I mean “yourselves”.

I’m sure y’all are expecting me to be out tonight, raising hell and drinking my body weight in beer. But not tonight. Cops will be all OVER the place and I don’t need that stress. I also don’t need the hangover (tomorrow) that going out tonight would provide me. My Saturdays are long and painful at work and that’s without a head full woodpeckers, neausea and cotton mouth.

So while everyone else is drinking beer and eating various BBQ’d meats, I’m going to spend THIS 4th with my mama. Safe, sound and hydrated.

Peace and safety first.

I would like to take a moment to thank my bloggy friends for your support in my time of emotional retardation. I would like to let y’all know that I am in much better shape today. Minus the hangover.

Thanks to a little one-on-one “conversation” with someone who’s naturally gifted at helping people in need (you know who you are)- I have managed to put everything in perspective and I’m ready for the next phase… whatever that may be.

I mentioned in a Twitter that I got pulled over last night, with one of my best girls in the car with me. We were headed over to Fave Watering Hole when lights went a-flashin’ behind me. Knowing my registration was waaaayyyyy overdue, I was worried that my car would be towed away. ‘Cause that’s what they do here when you’re as late as I am.

Mr. Officer comes to my window and tells me what I already know. I apologized and told him I was aware of the problem and would be fixing it A.S.A.P. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing and then asked who my friend was. She told him and he went back to his car to look her up.

Turns out my passenger had let a couple of traffic incidents slide and had 2 warrants out on her. That’s when I peed myself. I started immediately imagining my car being towed away, my friend being taken to jail and me left sitting on the curb wondering why the fuck I didn’t stay home, and where I was going to get the $2,000 to get my car out of police impound. So while Mr. Officer was at his car doing whatever it is that cops do, her and I were holding hands, so tightly that I think we each broke a finger, and praying to the gods of irresponsibility that we’d somehow get out of this without handcuffs and a tow truck.

The gods of irresponsibility heard our prayers, because we both got off with tickets. Turns out Mr. Officer was a very nice guy and was in a very lenient mood. He was even joking around with us and being quite charming. So charming, in fact, that he gave me his card and I left him a thank you voice mail later on.

A girl at work asked me to go out with her tonight and have a beer. After I laughed hysterically, I declined. Not only does my hangover prevent me from wanting to be within 10 feet of an alcoholic beverage, I don’t think I should be driving with an expired registration any more than I absolutely have to. I DO have to get to work- but that’s it. I have 60 days to rectify the situation and I shall.

Peace and nice cops that like brunettes.

Turns out cute neighbor’s friend is married. I figured this out when I almost ran them over with my car as I was backing out of my garage. I apologized, once out of my garage, for almost running them over. She was super sweet. I now feel like an asshole for having thought her husband was cute.

My ex has completely and totally moved on. This makes me both happy for him and sad for me. He’s found the girl he will (I’ll bet you 50 bucks) marry, whereas I haven’t met a guy I would want to see past sunrise.

I am emotionally defeated. I miss D. so much that it physically hurts me. I cry more often than I’d like. I’m such a tough bitch- right? I am in such a weird fucking place right now. I want him to be happy- and I am happy for him- but I’m also so sad that I let him go. I’m crying as I write this.

Not so tough when it comes to my heart.

I have been so all-consumed with BlackBerry software, applications, graphic design and themes these days that I seem to have forgotten I even have a blog. I’ve joined a couple of online forums, and have been busy helping other forum users. Mostly with links to new operating systems, since posting them is a big no-no. I’ve always been a modder of Motorola and Nokia phones, so I’m quite new to this BlackBerry world. So far, me likey.

In addition the technical stuff, I have discovered ColorWare. While cruising around BB theme sites, I ran across NancyDrew BlackBerry Themes. (If you’re looking for themes for your BlackBerry, she’s a fucking genius.) She has a photo of her “PinkBerry” there, done by ColorWare, and I almost peed myself. She was even kind enough to answer some of my questions about it. I just don’t know how I’m going to live without my phone for the amount of time it will take them to paint it. I have discovered the crack of cell phones and I am addicted.

Moving on…

Saturday night at work was Saturday night at work. I was SO tired from having been there once already, early in the a.m., but I was actually let off about an hour early. Something that never happens on a weekend night. So, naturally, I had to take advantage.

I don’t know where I got the strength, but I met up with BFF and a few other girlfriends after work. I was still very tired, so I decided to mix my Tuaca with Red Bull. THAT handled my tired problem pretty efficiently. I remained awake and able to drink beer the rest of the night. A good idea at the time, but a bad idea on Sunday. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere yesterday. (I had the day off, thank God.)

I spent today (my usual day off) not doing all the shit I meant to do. Like laundry. Between my BlackBerry and my laptop, I’m shocked I managed to even feed myself.

I’m off to do more nerdy shit, then I’ll try to turn my brain down enough to sleep.

Peace, addiction and fun.