My wisdom teeth are being bitches too. They sort of half poke out, then decide to go back inside again, as though it were too cold out. They've been up and down more times than a yoyo in financial difficulties, and they've cut the back of my mouth to shreds. Grrr.
Anyway. I must leave you now. I'm off to wash the PURPLE HAIR DYE out of my mane.
Aww, poor baby...
Date: 2006-02-22 06:17 pm (UTC)Anyway. I must leave you now. I'm off to wash the PURPLE HAIR DYE out of my mane.