scripts on scripts on scripts: a medicated weekend

oh hey there.

four day work for this chick over here.

so spectacles, testicles, wallet, and watch.

kidding.  this week is going to blow giant male private parts.

i'm sure if you sometimes check out what i'm doing on any social network that you're probably aware and also sick to death of my face pain/wisdom teeth debacle.  but that's the only thing that's even happening in my life right now.  

friday was a goddamn disaster.

after my dental appointment on thursday i was referred to an oral surgeon because "blah blah, partially impacted, blah blah."  but apparently no one had their shit together and my x-rays didn't get sent over for my appointment with the surgeon on friday.  so it was all "you can call and re-schedule or you can pay and have them done again."  and i was all "no ma'am i'm not rescheduling because my face hurts too goddamn much for that shit and also no i will not be paying again for them because someone is incapable of sending a simple email."  so they so nicely waived the charge and we got down to business.  the surgeon pointed out where it's basically growing into my face and therefore causing the immense pain and then he asked what i would prefer in regards to anesthesia and i was all "well this entire thing is terrifying so i would prefer to not be conscious for it."  and then the dentist was like "well you are extremely anxious so we'll put you under and also here's a prescription for ONE valium.  please fill it and take it an hour before your surgery on friday."  whatever.  shitler will be taking me.  i hope i can operate my phone after the surgery.  i'm awfully pro-drugged-up tweeting and i kind of want to see what sort of damage i can do.

but i digress.
since it was friday it meant i had to work at the restaurant so i just popped pills and hoped for the best.  

saturday was a restaurant work meeting and nothing is more excruciatingly painful than one of those.  so it was more pills to help numb all the pain - both physical and emotional.  and i'm not kidding about the meetings.  there's a few people that always have JUST ONE MORE QUESTION TO ASK.  and all you want to do is strangle the ever-living shit out of them because they're exactly like the kid in school who reminded the teacher that they hadn't assigned any homework yet.  i also ate some mushy cheese curds, had drinks, worked more, and then went home and attempted to eat a chip before i passed out.  please see below:

sunday i fist pumped like a champion because i didn't have to do anything and shitler went to a  brewer game so it meant i had the whole goddamn house to myself.  so naturally i stocked up on mushy foods and then got horizontal on the couch with pretty little liars and these two dorks.

AND THEN A BABY CAME OVER.

PREPARE YOUR LADY BITS.

little E was just all sorts of excited over the hounds.  it was ADORABLE.

i feel like my brain still can't fully comprehend pretty little liars and all the shit they get done. 

on the real.  their phones never die, they basically never have homework, and they just roam around.

is that real life?  am i old?

lastly i need you all to know that i got so fed up with eating mush foods that i took enough pain medication to effectively numb my face and then i gnawed on a piece of pizza.  which basically made me feel like a rebel.  until this morning.  when i woke up with such excruciating pain that i've effectively learned my lesson.

p.s. GoT'ers - what did we think?  did we like it?  and for those not reading the books i need you to.  for the love of all that's holy i need you to so we can discuss the most awesome things to come.

p.p.s. i'm linking up with sami.  duh.

      

Textual Feeling: Heat Stroke

hello world.
i'd like to announce that i've decided to compulsively bake this weekend.  so that means no one better bother me.  
or i will fucking shank you with a whisk.  
a wire one.  
after i have severed some of the little whisky things so they're pointy and sharp.
and i'm going to listen to zeppelin and elp on a constant loop throughout this bake-off with myself and it's going to be tremendous.

and in all seriousness - i was going another direction with this post and then i had this conversation with b.  and it instantly became my favorite thing in the entire world.
b: you'd be amazed how quickly this heat takes effect on the testicles.
me:  i'll do you one better.  imagine a sweaty, smelly vagina after an hour of intense cardio and then getting into a sweltering hot car that has no air conditioning and driving home.
b: your vagina doesn't cling to your thigh and begin acting like a creepy wall crawler.
me: you don't know that.
b: that's true.  i'm just taking a shot in the dark.
me: thank you.  i appreciate you not making assumptions about my vagina.
b: come on, we all know it's smelly and warn out.  kind of like a drained, inflatable pool.
me: i will neither confirm nor deny.
now go forth and discuss the intense heat and the damage it causes to your genitals.

French Onion Meatloaf is a Gift From the Heavens

today is one of those days where all i've been thinking about is food.  what food i want to eat.  what food i wish i had for lunch other than what i actually have.  what food i have at home that i wish i could hork down (but i won't).  what past food/meals i've eaten. 
pile my food woes on top of the fact that it's fucking freezing outside and all i want to do is go home, crank the mini heater that sits right next to the bed, and crawl into my cocoon of blankets.
also, i'm extremely bored.  so i started going through the massive amounts of pictures on my iPhone and i came across these:

i made a delicious meatloaf for lincoln and B back when i got my perfect meatloaf pan.
french. onion. meatloaf.
it was beyond delicious and pretty similar to a french onion soup only in massive meat form. 
the salad i'm choking down looks like fucking dog shit compared to these photos.