| dearly, dearly beloved.
we have gathered here today to lament the loss of sellie's dearly beloved xanga.
er, i don't really know what to say, except xanga sucks, bitchees.
and i have a new bloggie now. except i wont tell you, y'all will have to ask/beg/grope me for it.
till then.
sellie  |
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| i am a puffy-cheek'd freeeek drugged up in vile vicodin and strapped in a harness filled with ice packs.
good old terence has just informed me of the horrifying consequences that will follow from being smug about not experiencing so much pain the first 3 days. meaning my 4th day and on will be HELLish and filled with green jaws and jabbing syringes in my wounds and all the wonderful stuff that results from pulling four perfectly harmless impacted teeth out of self, although they are called "wisdom" teeth it is necessary for them to be taken out of me, as if i needed more dumbing down. oh loves, oh loves, i have too much pain medication in me right now and am now a bubbling mixture of depression and paranoia. |
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| AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT THE NEW POPE LOOKS LIKE HANNIBAL?  |
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| hi lovelies 
you people know what i'm talking about: completely random sighting of a familiar tennis racket lurking in a corner. |
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| "hey, it's a haircut, not a train wreck!"
"actually, i think it's both" |
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