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[garote]

The empty sockets sing to me, from the four corners of my mouth. They sing the Ripped Up And Bleeding song. They are my constant little companions here in my room. It is amazing, for their size. They sing louder than anything I think about.

So I listen to each one in turn, then the chorus. How are you? Still bloody? Still ripped upo? Glad to hear it.

Thankfully the headache went away when I stopped taking the Vicadin.

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[akki.livejournal.com]

It sounds like my experience was much easier than yours. I had 3 wisdom teeth to be removed. They were impacted, so I got knocked out completely. This was a couple of days before xmas. After I woke up, I got wheeled to my mom's car and drove home. Unfortunately, my mom wouldn't let them give me vicadin (!!!!), so instead I got this realy wimpy tylenol/codeine pill. It didn't give me the fun flying feeling I was looking forward to. But I did manage to sleep through xmas. Just stayed in bed drooling blood and getting fed soup. I was too out of it to do much, so it was the best xmas of my life. I can barely remember it. :)

[beatings.livejournal.com]

Heh heh :)

Best Christmas ever! hmmBLURF BLURFblooood

Rerere

[garote]

Your past xmases weren't very much fun? Why?

Re: Rerere

[(Anonymous)]

It's not that I hate my parents or anything like that. After all, they did a wonderful job raiding a perfect human such as myself. :) But there's friction. It's best to keep the conversations and visits brief.

Re: Rerere

[akki.livejournal.com]

and my typeos. I hate those too.

Re: Rerere

[akki.livejournal.com]

d'oh! I didn't have the right box checked. I hate when I do that.