You ever spend several weeks coming across great post titles right and left, and then entirely blanking when you finally post? Me either.
I really never understood why people hate the dentist so much. Until today. 26 years without a cavity, never knowing the thrill of having someone stick a flexshaft in your mouth and DRILL INSIDE YOUR HEAD. Until today. 3 times. Only one was an actual cavity (and a tiny baby at that) but they decided while they were in there they'd attack some, ahem, flaws that have been giving my mouth it's character since I was small. I stibll can't feebl my fabace, and I look slightly more unhappy than usual. Nothing is more awesome.
I've been a little unwilling to post as of late. While my private life (is there such a thing anymore?) is chock full of niceties and exciting developments, the public "me" has been taking some well-deserved time off. It's an incredibly welcome change. I'm still highly unemployed, two of my bestest friends in the whole wide world (and the vast majority of the galaxy) have moved far, far away, and it's too damn humid. Fortunately, these seem to be my only complaints, and even they tend to be overshadowed by the gargantuan amount of bliss in which I've been enveloped as of late. Who can post with so little to bitch about? It's unheard of.
Besides? JESSE IS COMING BACK! Like SOON! Yay for that! Where's the massive party? Do I hear drive-in? Because I just looked and they're playing The Fantastic Four, AND Mr. And Mrs. Smith. I feel like we really have no choice in the matter. Hit up the comment thread.