Final days and more dental news

I did not have teeth extracted last week. Instead, I received anti-biotics, an explanation that my old root canal was not done properly and must be retreated. My dentist is wonderful, and actually asked if I have any interest in braces, which I do.

I have no qualms about being the 30 year old with braces.

Last night I had a dream that I had divorce papers served, and Joel tried to counter-sue me for something. To win my case, I posted an ad on Craigslist asking for all women that he was sexually involved with while we were together to contact me. I managed to get thirteen women to give me signed and notarized testimony to serve as evidence of his infidelities.

In my dream, the judge was impressed with my work.

Fruit, Fruitiness, and Rotting Teeth

Is it weird that I feel cute/sexy when I eat apples?

I ate one, and now my rotting tooth hurts worse. Luckily/Unfortunately, I have a dentist appointment in the morning. I'm hoping they'll yank out a couple and replace them with some false teeth.

I just saw my only ILM dreamboat. It's funny. I don't want to date him, or sleep with him, for that matter. I just want to receive his hugs, which are great, and admire his good looks and listen to him play guitar and talk to him about things.

My two big bosses just left for a roadtrip to visit some clients.

My productivity is completely shot.

Things about stuff that is good for me emotionally

I got to see my brother.

He and his band, JVA, and Hercules, an Omaha band on tour with them, played at the Soapbox and stayed at mi casa for a few days. I can confidently say that my house can comfortably hold a lot of sleepy/drunk people.

I'm really too exhausted to even think right now -- more later, I suppose.

I just wanted to say that I am going to sleep a) sober b) happy.

Also, I think it's hilarious that after all this time, I still have a crush on Mellow. I guess it's hilarious because we see each other once a year and don't really make contact otherwise.

Oh well. It's no secret that I am a silly, silly woman.

Alright. Sleep awaits.

In case you were wondering...

It has been nearly a year since I left you, yet it still stings when I hear what you told people I was to you.

dream a little dream of..

I wonder if I will ever surrender the fantasy of a quirky little man stalking me (in a pleasing, not frightening manner) and leaving gifts like mixtapes and gadgets and books on my doorstep and/or in my mailbox.

Dehydration Dreams

I had disturbing dreams last night involving sex with friends and helping my brother run from a random man.

I need to drink more water.

I am like you, only different.

I understand the origin of Valentine's Day. I agree that it is a holiday in which the meaning has been slightly skewed, too. It was based on two dudes dying, turned into a day to celebrate love, and is now centered around money and how big of a diamond a man can get a woman.

With that said, I hope that someday, despite our knowledge of the weirdness and silliness surrounding the holiday, someone will hand me a brightly colored piece of cardboard, tell me they love me, and mean it.