Dear Diary...
Today is my birthday. I celebrated by getting my teeth drilled at 7:30 am for two hours. The whole right side of my face hurts. All I can taste is blood. That is all.
Today is my birthday. I celebrated by getting my teeth drilled at 7:30 am for two hours. The whole right side of my face hurts. All I can taste is blood. That is all.
9 Comments
So you're having a "happy" birthday then?
You party animal!!!
Posted by: Captain Rooba | February 12, 2002 1:06 PM
Uhm, ick. Hope you're doing ok.
Posted by: Lori | February 12, 2002 1:09 PM
ugh. that and Captain 'Twitch' Ribman. what a happy day...
Posted by: jenn | February 12, 2002 1:29 PM
Dude, what're you bitching about? There's people who'd give their left arm (or at least, /someone's/ left arm) to have continual throbbing pain and the constant taste of blood. Of course, we call these people idiots, but that's not the point.
Posted by: Percy | February 12, 2002 1:39 PM
Happy birthday! At least you have some teeth left... at your age it's amazing :)
That's obviously a joke. I have very little idea how old you are. Hehe.
Posted by: Xkot | February 12, 2002 8:24 PM
did you at least talk the doc out of some nice vicodan for that birthday party?
Posted by: kd | February 12, 2002 9:01 PM
Hey, isn't that what birth feels like?
Happy birthday, Sexy Sexy Man&tm;. I've got some Tylenol #3's (with codeine) if you want 'em.
Posted by: secret asIAN man | February 12, 2002 9:26 PM
The more I find out about my friends' birthdays, the more I start believing my "one truth about astrology."
Pisces are crazy.
Posted by: MT Fierce | February 12, 2002 10:31 PM
[Which, erm, lets a lot of people off the hook.]
Posted by: MT Fierce | February 12, 2002 10:33 PM