Sunday, February 19, 2012

My heart is pumping wine.

I lacerated my tongue in my sleep. You know what that means? This princess likely had a seizure in her sleep. Woke up with blood all over my shirt and had to wash it out and change my shirt. Good times. I'm unable to inform anyone because last time I did that, they contributed my seizures to drinking too much water. That isn't a joke.

You don't realize how much you depend on your tongue for nearly everything involving your mouth until it's wounded. Yawning, eating, brushing teeth. Such a sensitive organ. Everything hurts tremendously. I have open wounds on it. Awfully attractive, no?

What kind of dumb fuck offers another person $100 for a 32" LCD HDTV?

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