you can call me cannibal

yesterday was amazingly fucked up.

all started when i got in the car and noticed the red sweater i wore last Friday shed all over my seat belt. i was covered in red fuzz.

got to work and had a really long and boring meeting with the bosses about some design changes in the project i'm working on.

they left to get ready for their flight out to kansas (no bosses for a day a half. yeah).

i went to go pick up a smoothie for myself and trish at the office. got the smoothies, one large strawberry banana for me and one large blueberry banana for her. was on the way back to the office when some guy cut in front of a another car and we all had to break really hard. my strawberry banana smoothie goes flying to the floor and the entire contents empties out.

i get back to the office, cussing the whole way of course, and run to the bathroom to grab some towels. i start cleaning up the mess but all i can see is like a lake of pepto bismol shit everywhere. i pick up the cup and put it in the cup holder, pink ooze still dripping everywhere. i lean down to pick up more paper towels full of smoothie and my hair dunks straight into the cup i just picked up. so now i have smoothie all in my hair. i cuss some more.

after i get as much as i can out, i realize that the situation is pretty bad and that something has to be done or else my car will start to really stink.

i give trish her smoothie and tell her i'm heading out to genie car wash to get this stuff shampooed out. she reminds me to get my gums checked out today because of what i told her earlier.

what i told her earlier: (don't read if you get grossed out easily) sometime last Friday, i noticed that not all of the tissue graph was sticking and that a lot of the sutures were coming loose. fastforward to Saturday evening. i'm eating some healthy choice canned gumbo stuff and notice my surgery area feels weird. i get up and go to the mirror to check it out. i ate myself. i ate the remaining tissue graph somehow. yummy.

so i was concerned that my graph wasn't successful so i called and made an appointment with the periodontist Monday after trish insisted i have it checked out right away.

i got the front of my car shampooed and all cleaned up. and sometime during the whole clean up mess, one of the decorative flaps on my pants broke. the button fell off. i went home and changed into jeans and logged into WoW for 30 minutes. long enough to turn in a quest.

i then went to best buy and bought myself the new tori amos to make myself feel better.

when i got to the periodontist, he told me that it's natural for a part of the graph to sludge off because the blood can't reach the tops of it. (things that would have been good to know prior). he said i have a new healthy layer of gum tissue and that i should start molding it over my teeth with my fingers. gross. i'll use my tongue.

got back to the office and half the office left. a few of the girls and i decided to call it an early day and went to z-tejas for drinks (i drank a diet soda. it was a good as alcohol to me).

got home. played wow. went to bed.