Forty Five: robot dee-stroy

My Reek-end

Spent with Christine Anna Nicole Zeeb was the best! As evidenced by...

This drunken mass getting condoms and animal crackers rained down upon them from the balcony.

 This giant bubble overtaking other little bubbles.

This fucking delicious plate of lobster heaven.

This ridiculousness.

Loves it.

It's official.

I despise the dentist's chair. My supposed "check up" today resulted in a 3 hour grueling process of cavity filling. Apparently dentists are not aware that keeping one's mouth wide open for two hours straight is not exactly comfortable..oh yeah, and neither is flossing with a miniature saw blade. Yeah, I saw that Dr. Asian man. Nothing is quite as comforting as seeing an assortment of bloody tools laid out as you exit the room. And to top it all off, I get stuck waiting in a room full of chatty dental assistants talking to me about who knows what, and I can't even smile, let alone speak like a functioning human being because my mouth is too damn numb! Soo they pry think I'm a bitch but hey. It's worn off a bit but my right side is still a no-go. Would you be my friends if I always smiled like this?

Forty Four: I'm tired!

Original coloring by Chelsea Metzler! It's too bad a 20 year old still doesn't know which way the letter L is directed..real shame. And also I'm confused as to how that dinosaurs back legs are situated.

More importantly..

Charles, I know you are going to make me go through every single blog when you get home and probably claim you forgot how to read on your mission so I have to read them out loud to you, so I'll just write this to future Charlie, in the knowledge that future me will be dictating it.

Charles Hatch, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. If today was still Wednesday, November 3rd 2010, I would probably be sitting in my room looking at the picture on this page wishing we could go walk around on the train tracks and take pictures and maybe do a little painting (well, you would) and talking and laughing and drinking lemon lime Gatorade and all that good stuff. I would also probably be at the point where I'd allow you to use my mouthwash again, even though you bled all over it last time and I haven't used Listerine since. Moral of the story, time needs to go by faster.