Tell me the why and the who and I might consider you.

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Wisdom teeth at the bottom are gone.

The dentist shot me 4 times to numb me. I didn't feel the last two though, so that's good. The torture (it's not even an experience) was... torture. It didn't hurt but it felt uncomfortable feeling someone stretch open your mouth and dig tools in it. The drilling was unnerving, both the feeling and the sound of it. It's practically screeching in my ear and I can't do anything about it. The whole time I was thinking of my lovers but especially Yunho since he's gone through some drilling and porcelain fills (and I heard that's ten times worse than anything). So this was what was happening in my head...

Oh gods oh gods oh gods. YUNHOOOOOOOOOO.

*drilling noise*

Oh fuck fuck fuck. SING. *head starts playing a DBSK song*


And yeah. My hands were curled up into fists the whole time. When it was done, they sewed me back up. It felt like they were slicing my lip with the sutures. That assistant lady was there again. FREAKING HELL MAN. She nearly shoved the suction thing into my throat and I almost threw up. She did that like three times.

Eventually I walked out of there and went to the pharmacy to get my antibiotics and painkillers.

So here I am with an ice pack on my face, unable to speak or even crack a smile.

I went walking with my mom at around 9 pm around the park area. The weather's so nice these days and the sky's still light. It was all good until I see this huge furry black thing with a white stripe on its back scurry quickly in front of us on the sidewalk. It passed about 2 meters in front of us and I was like OH SHI- *halts and gets ready to dash the opposite direction* Thank gods it just ran across the road without noticing us.

I got slapped in the face by a lot of bugs. Freaking blind shits.

And as we were about to go back inside the house, I looked across the street and saw this furry cat-like animal. Not a skunk this time but a raccoon. Damn it was a cute looking burglar. Little Kangin. It crossed the street and came over to my side but then dashed into one of my neighbour's bushes.

At around 11, loud blaring red fire trucks passed by in front of my house and turned on my aunt's street (we live damn close). I counted the trucks. There were seven. That poked at my curiosity. And coincidentally I went by to my aunt's house 2 hours earlier. So I go back out and check what the hell is happening. By the time I got there, it was all over and the trucks were leaving. But seriously. SEVEN trucks. And it didn't even last fifteen minutes.

Just now there was this huge bug that flew right into my wall with a loud *FLAP* sound and flopped onto my desk behind my monitor. I don't know what it was but I had the feeling that it was staring at me so I stared back (far enough to just reach my keyboard). Thank goodness my dad was there to kill it or else I would've just ditched the computer and gone up to sleep. I HATE BUGS. One of the reasons why I hate summer. Things start living.


Ugh. My writing is so terrible. Awkwardness of using my own LJ still having its effects on me.