Sigh. This journal's life support is failing on me. No pun intended. No one's commenting, and I'm talking to a brick wall. Don't be suprised if I never update this thing again :/
I r lyk hxc now. With these shitty bands on my teeth, I have morphed into Angsty(!)Leetah. So watch out. I /will/ bite. Spacers are possibly the worst thing on the living earth. I think dentists make their living plotting cruel and unusual things to do to my mouth. Most of them involved jamming their hands down my throat too. Evil, evil man.
I'll be disappearing to New York for a week or so; we're driving home on Christmas Eve. Fun, no? I know you'll all be deeply morose without me, but please, make it easier on yourself and go buy something nice. With my credit.