Wisdom La La Botomy-Bamba

I come to you pre-historic Stacy, tomorrow I will be Stacy 2.1 in muchos pain sucking life through a straw. All 3 of my wisdom teeth (because I've evolved one gill less from the other tooth) are going to be hacked out. I love my two that have grown in in full and now simply have to be ushered out, but, alas, one has gone all Saddam and has buried itself way down under another tooth. We're going to send men in in the morning to slip down the rabbit hole and retrieve it.

Adam ordered me to rent movies, buy sweets and chunkless soup and dress down for tomorrow. He also demanded I buy Sex and the City, but as my father also demanded that I buy myself an out patient gift - noone has offered to pay for the surgery so I will probably be thinking less about accessories and more about my other bills and that tire I gashed on the way back to Atl last week. (Yes. I just dropped Atl like a rapper would.)

So getting back from the store I, who as any good calorie conscious muncher would, already started in on my extra special treat "not until tomorrow's extreme pain and bleakness" ice cream and have since ditched the whole thing into the dumpster. Our passion is too strong to survive the quotidian relationship. I ate until my guilt ordered the box to go away. It's getting a lot less likely that I'll be getting up at 6 to run, so there can only be fewer allowances.

Did I mention our dumpster rats are as big as dachuunds?

Hmm, meeting people is interesting. You know, since I don't seek anyone out. My brain is spaced out on this subject right now. Plus, friends and relationships have always just fallen into my lap so I consider time a factor. I'm more interested in getting into some low maintenance cooking class or high maintenance javascripting class. I go to my church to work out and have met nice people there, but they're severely disillusioned as to my relationship with the church. See, I'm Catholic and they're like some sort of two-headed Pentecostal/Catholic beast - in this order. I haven't broken it to them yet that I'm not into the "scene." Frankly, I'm not extreme enough FOR anything - or at least I can't remember what I am really for so I haven't joined whatever it is' special fandom yet. I like Jesus, but we don't brush each others' hair.

However, I have really gotten into this killing spiders thing. Their little stickley bodies, many with large meaty bulbous centers (a set on either side of my upstairs walk railing), whose intricate lurky talents become frantic and clumsy almost as if drunk while entering rigamortis. This boosts my ego. Of course, then I feel a slight guilt. Nature's ninjas. Fouled by vapors. How barbaric.

I'm not really for that either, I guess.

God, I'm not much use over the net. What I'm trying say here is that I miss all of you. <3 (butt arrow!!!!!!)