My Hell is Protected by the Blue and Yellow Make Green Seal

Aaaah wisdom teeth. Sweet, glorious, pointless wisdom teeth. Mine are no longer with me. As of last Thursday, I have been set free of the wisest teeth of them all. They were apparently, according to Dr. Cox, causing me problems. I suppose he should know, but I saw no harm in them. I had considered getting them ripped from my, now blood clotted and aching, gums many times in the past, but found no reason to. He said I should go for it, so I went. I want to be hit by a car that I am driving, fall into a coma, and not wake up again until my mouth is healed. This is mindnumbing. It is causing me to almost breakdown to emotionless sobbing. I am on mepergan and Lortab Plus, but they only make me sleepy. Going crazy am I.

Also, I found a scrotum lump a few weeks ago. Well, it was a knot inside my scrotum. It was like a smaller, bumpy third testicle. Now I get to go see if it is gonna be cancerous. Woo bloody hoo!

On a happier note, I heard from a potential job and am going for an interview next Wednesday at 1:30. I have been leading everyone to believe that I am moving to one city and state when I am actually moving to a completely different location. I want to completely disappear and start over. How often do you get the chance to do that? You know I have to take advantage of it. So to everyone assuming or that I have told I am moving to Rocky Top, you might be a little disappointed/surprised.

My fucking mouth is killing me. Gotta get in bed.

Later Consuela.