not the dentist…

Tomorrow is the day i’ve been dreading all week. I’m getting another of my teeth pulled out, to make way for my wisdom efforts. 1pm. Pray for me, yes? *holds head in hands* I can’t believe this is happening. I really don’t wanna go!

In blissfully unrelated news, I’ve become somewhat intrigued of late by the undeniably attractive Miriam. (I fucking hate the sun, btw. How unnecessary is the title of that article? Grrr.) She’s a bit of a stunner, eh? Which begs the question, if she was post-op, would you?