life and other stupid shit.It's been about eight hundred years since I've done a journal, and in that time a lot of cool stuff has happened.

I went to midfur, melbourne's fisrt ever furry conference and had what was probably the best weekend of my life.
I threw myself out into what Might be a relationship, but found myself in icy waters, and part of me has died inside.

Literally, thank fuck.

We'll start with that, as it's freshest in my head.
My tooth was hurting, and thanks to fear of dentists, I ignored it and then it (Duh duh!!!) got worse. So when a white bubble popped up and the pain stopped I thought to myself, let's go find out whta the fuck is going on here.
Google told me something really fun; my tooth was infected and the pus it was causing was causing a swelling on my gum. It was delicious. Further reading told me my tooth would start rotting at the core if attention wasn't paid to it, and that kinda seemed a little scarier than seeing a dentist.
So off I went, and the Doc Kenny was amazingly awesome. He confirmed my fears of my teeth and actually managed to make me feel calm and all that, and yeah.
When he drilled it was as he expected, painless. Death kinda helps out with that sorta stuff. (Emo bait!) And I even managed to play a game of paper scissors rock with him. 'Twas the most fun I've ever had with having my bones drilled into while concsious.
But still, there's something that died inside me, and this time it wasn't a baby swalloed whole. It was a tooth. RIP, Bite mc chomp chomp. Forever shall your impromptu nickname bring shame to you, and may long your corpse be exploited for my will.

Next, I'll bitch about how awesome midfur was.

It was fucking awesome. Payin $400 to spend a weekend to hug grown men in unwashed animal costumes has never been more worth it.
Like me, everyone at the con was easygoing, and weird.

Screw it. Part 2 tomorrow.

life and other stupid shit.It's been about eight hundred years since I've done a journal, and in that time a lot of cool stuff has happened.

I went to midfur, melbourne's fisrt ever furry conference and had what was probably the best weekend of my life.
I threw myself out into what Might be a relationship, but found myself in icy waters, and part of me has died inside.

Literally, thank fuck.

We'll start with that, as it's freshest in my head.
My tooth was hurting, and thanks to fear of dentists, I ignored it and then it (Duh duh!!!) got worse. So when a white bubble popped up and the pain stopped I thought to myself, let's go find out whta the fuck is going on here.
Google told me something really fun; my tooth was infected and the pus it was causing was causing a swelling on my gum. It was delicious. Further reading told me my tooth would start rotting at the core if attention wasn't paid to it, and that kinda seemed a little scarier than seeing a dentist.
So off I went, and the Doc Kenny was amazingly awesome. He confirmed my fears of my teeth and actually managed to make me feel calm and all that, and yeah.
When he drilled it was as he expected, painless. Death kinda helps out with that sorta stuff. (Emo bait!) And I even managed to play a game of paper scissors rock with him. 'Twas the most fun I've ever had with having my bones drilled into while concsious.
But still, there's something that died inside me, and this time it wasn't a baby swalloed whole. It was a tooth. RIP, Bite mc chomp chomp. Forever shall your impromptu nickname bring shame to you, and may long your corpse be exploited for my will.

Next, I'll bitch about how awesome midfur was.

It was fucking awesome. Payin $400 to spend a weekend to hug grown men in unwashed animal costumes has never been more worth it.
Like me, everyone at the con was easygoing, and weird.

Screw it. Part 2 tomorrow.