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I feel I need to steal the phrase "I saw Jordan Catalano's band!" and that it was a night filled with "EMOSEWA!" entirely from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jlh. All bands were good, all drinks were better and aside from getting snubbed by a shlub the crowd was brilliant!
It was also completely fucking harrowing and redefining my swaying standard between bad-ass and in-fucking-sane. After a little curbside ballet, Pepsi and I took a spill.
I tell people all the time, I fall down. It's not something I like but it is something I do and it's quite a thing. Never so much as when I kissed the curb and came back with no front teeth. Clio was good enough to rather delicately point this out, much to my boy's amusement.
[It is entirely the boy's fault by the way, because he jinxed the evening before we left the house, not once but twice. There were also some off-color American History X jokes to do with curbside violence on the subway ride there. I pretty sure by the end of the evening I was the least surprised by it all... My poor teeth though, this is actually very much my childhood reoccurring nightmare realized. I cabbed it home, gave direction, showered, changed, had a good ten minute cry and then cleaned the plaque of my teeth with an exacto-knife before reinserting it. I mean, I sort of had to because it's that sort of plaque that you seriously never would have reached otherwise. I know I scared the shit out of the boy, sitting there, face cut, gapped tooth and wielding sharp things like a medic, but it beats the alternative. Freaking the fuck out, which I had every right to do, but opted not to. I want god damn brownie points]
Very many hours of reconstructive surgery, with not nearly enough pain killer and certainly a less than accommodate recuperating environment [a month of soft foods and bed rest yet as it is, I'm home doing a months worth of laundry, mopping and changing cat litters >_<] I've got front teeth again a split-lip and a club story that out does most. Oh, also, they were shaved a littler shorter to accommodate cracking so it make my canine's more pronounced. Wicked.
Another Club Note: it's been years but it's still weird to think of the limelight as anything other than the limelight. Avalon's a neat name and all, but it's still the limelight. I mean come on it's the church... what if they reopened the bank proper, it'd still be the bank, you know...although to be fair, that's because it was once an actual Bank. NY is weird.
tier_luren is here. We've got the whole visiting dying relatives planned, for which I have painkillers [god-bless] and the ulterior motive of stealing the hospitals supply of face masks. Sometime soon, I've got to return to the optometrist so I can stop being goddamn blind. Then back to the dentist to have the other tooth, you know the botched root canal, looked at again, because I'm not nearly having enough turmoil or melodrama in my life lately. God knows.
I'm thinking of taking up juggling knives, just to spite my rising bad karma.
Edits: Crap. Never mind. The other brother is due presently. *kills self*
jlh. All bands were good, all drinks were better and aside from getting snubbed by a shlub the crowd was brilliant!It was also completely fucking harrowing and redefining my swaying standard between bad-ass and in-fucking-sane. After a little curbside ballet, Pepsi and I took a spill.
I tell people all the time, I fall down. It's not something I like but it is something I do and it's quite a thing. Never so much as when I kissed the curb and came back with no front teeth. Clio was good enough to rather delicately point this out, much to my boy's amusement.
[It is entirely the boy's fault by the way, because he jinxed the evening before we left the house, not once but twice. There were also some off-color American History X jokes to do with curbside violence on the subway ride there. I pretty sure by the end of the evening I was the least surprised by it all... My poor teeth though, this is actually very much my childhood reoccurring nightmare realized. I cabbed it home, gave direction, showered, changed, had a good ten minute cry and then cleaned the plaque of my teeth with an exacto-knife before reinserting it. I mean, I sort of had to because it's that sort of plaque that you seriously never would have reached otherwise. I know I scared the shit out of the boy, sitting there, face cut, gapped tooth and wielding sharp things like a medic, but it beats the alternative. Freaking the fuck out, which I had every right to do, but opted not to. I want god damn brownie points]
Very many hours of reconstructive surgery, with not nearly enough pain killer and certainly a less than accommodate recuperating environment [a month of soft foods and bed rest yet as it is, I'm home doing a months worth of laundry, mopping and changing cat litters >_<] I've got front teeth again a split-lip and a club story that out does most. Oh, also, they were shaved a littler shorter to accommodate cracking so it make my canine's more pronounced. Wicked.
Another Club Note: it's been years but it's still weird to think of the limelight as anything other than the limelight. Avalon's a neat name and all, but it's still the limelight. I mean come on it's the church... what if they reopened the bank proper, it'd still be the bank, you know...although to be fair, that's because it was once an actual Bank. NY is weird.
tier_luren is here. We've got the whole visiting dying relatives planned, for which I have painkillers [god-bless] and the ulterior motive of stealing the hospitals supply of face masks. Sometime soon, I've got to return to the optometrist so I can stop being goddamn blind. Then back to the dentist to have the other tooth, you know the botched root canal, looked at again, because I'm not nearly having enough turmoil or melodrama in my life lately. God knows.I'm thinking of taking up juggling knives, just to spite my rising bad karma.
Edits: Crap. Never mind. The other brother is due presently. *kills self*
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*sends you pudding, jello and those little marshmallow peeps things for, uhh, seasonal comfort*
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Stuff like that is very high up on my fear list-I don't enjoy thinking about teeth or them breaking, things happening to them. I think it's because of all the years of CRAP I put them through, in terms of metal stuff.
I would definitely have not been as calm as you. I can almost guarantee I would've passed out. So hurrah, glad everything is fixed, and are your teeth still as strong as they were? Like...can you bite in to apples and stuff? *is curious*
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Worst part is, this is just the beginning. If the procedure didn't take, and the root in my front right tooth doesn't catch or close over than I have to get it pulled anyway and get a false one created. I've got a whole month of freaking out over it ahead of me *squirms*
Lossing teeth is the actually the thing highest on my fear list. I've had nightmares about it my whole life. Just having them fall out, not even the pain... I can handle pain, but just looking in the mirror and being helplessly deformed. I still feel that way even though I look vastly better now than I had 24-hours ago.
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Poor you *hugs* and eek!
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...And girl you gotta eat! Porridge?! Soup? Something. Eat!
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When I was hanging out with Sue she said she'd like to hang out with you some time again.
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I'm one day into this treatment. I can't believe I have to do this for a month. I already feel insane for it. I've no clue when is the next time I'll be able to "hang out" with anyone, anywhere doing anything worth while. with the exception of an impending funeral. T_T
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All I can say is that with or with out teeth im sure you shine true with looks
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However, infinite badassery points have been added to your scorecard, which is never an entirely bad thing.
*offers squishy yogurt*
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*downs yogurt*... dude, I can't remember ever being this hungry, like whoa...
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On a hopefully happier note, do you think being in NY for the July 4th week would be a good time for you?
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July is a good month for visits, as it is I have all of nothing planned, not accommodating for seasonal NYC heatwave.
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http://www.webcomicsnation.com/raina/smilecomics/series.php?view=archive&chapter=725
I'm odd.
-Diana
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But I appreciate it though, very well timed satire, and if I can't laugh at myself, well then what's the point. You're right, it's perfect.