inlikeflynn

Let's see.

I've got a cavity. And a grape nut trapped between my new wisdom tooth and the receding gums that I am told will not produce a pearl, no matter how long I leave it there. So I went ahead and had them remove it before it causes an infection.

I failed at my from-scratch butterbeer recipe. For future reference: I should fully mix the apple pie spices and ginger into the butterscotch schnappes before mixing in the cream/club soda.

Wonderfalls is a brilliant show. It's no surprise, therefore, that it would be cancelled by Fox after only one season.

I've got an almost-crush on Adam's gay friend Clinton. It's strange to think about. It's a feeling that kinda leans way, way over the edge of potential friendship, but keeps one foot hooked on the rail at all times. I've filed it away somewhere between "Hetero Man-Crushes" and "John Woo Male Bonding." Not quite gay, but suggestive enough to make high school alpha males laugh uncomfortably in a dark movie theater.

I'm feeling unsettled. No reason I can think of. Nothing concrete. Kinda like that feeling I used to get when I'd spent all of my vacation playing with my friends and suddenly it would occur to me that I couldn't remember whether anything was due on the day back to school. Like my body's suddenly realized that it's been scheduled to be violently ill sometime in the near future. I think I'll make myself a list of shit I need to get done this week. And clean my room.

is it sad that I think cleaning my room will help me feel better? the part of me that never aged past 12 doesn't really know what to make of it.