So, good news--I'm getting a crown on the aforementioned tooth! Yay me, I'm going from an ordinary PRINCESS to a QUEEN! (Don't blame me for that cheese--the receptionist told me that one...) And in the meantime, I'm wearing a lovely cap--it's nice really, cause I've always wanted some bling in my mouth. I tried to get the good doctor to add a diamond for added effect...he said if it were in front, he'd think about it. Such a hater. Whatevs.
And I've decided I'm not a big fan-slash-I AM a big fan, of the laughing gas. Numby and tingly at first, then nauseating. And I'm pretty sure I made some juicy confessions whilst under the influence... let's not make that mistake again. Ever. It was kinda like the morphine I had a couple weeks ago in the ER. And as Pink so eloquently puts it, "You're just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill.....I can't stay on your lifesupport--there's a shortage in the switch. I can't stay on your morphine cause it's making me itch....I think I'll get outta here..." And that's what I wanted to do....run outta there. Only I didn't itch so much as felt HEAVY. Collective Soul defines HEAVY as "...all your weight it falls on me, it brings me down". I wonder if he was talking about laughing gas....hmmmm.
I really think the bling has caused my brain to release some recessive rock/R&B/soul gene into my typing fingers! And I LIKE it!
And I've decided I'm not a big fan-slash-I AM a big fan, of the laughing gas. Numby and tingly at first, then nauseating. And I'm pretty sure I made some juicy confessions whilst under the influence... let's not make that mistake again. Ever. It was kinda like the morphine I had a couple weeks ago in the ER. And as Pink so eloquently puts it, "You're just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill.....I can't stay on your lifesupport--there's a shortage in the switch. I can't stay on your morphine cause it's making me itch....I think I'll get outta here..." And that's what I wanted to do....run outta there. Only I didn't itch so much as felt HEAVY. Collective Soul defines HEAVY as "...all your weight it falls on me, it brings me down". I wonder if he was talking about laughing gas....hmmmm.
I really think the bling has caused my brain to release some recessive rock/R&B/soul gene into my typing fingers! And I LIKE it!
Honey, in response to your sudden need to type in song, "I like it, I love it, I want some more of it!" (Hahaha, like everything else, I only know how to type song in Country)
ReplyDeleteLove ya, Miss