I keep waking up every day with this excruciating fucking pain in one of my left top molars, half of which is missing from decay. The pain goes from the tooth all the way up to my left temple. It won't go away until I down two Excedrin. It's getting really fucking annoying and I wish I had $15,000 to get my fucking teeth ripped out.
What I would do for that kind of money in one lump sum. I will bawl my eyes out out of sheer joy when that day comes. If it ever comes.
Finished reading "Scar Tissue" today. I really, really fucking enjoyed it. After I read Dave Navarro's book a few years back, the whole 'recovery-memoir' thing left a really bad taste in my mouth, because in his book he suddenly jumps from rock-bottom to perfect fucking life with his supermodel girlfriend and had a whole preachy vibe about the whole thing. While Anthony is kinda self-absorbed all throughout the book, it never comes off as annoying and I really enjoyed the whole resolution, which wasn't all "I got help because I'm rich as fuck and you should follow in my footsteps." It was more "Only you can help yourself no matter what kind of treatment you wind up going through. You are solely responsible for your own recovery through your level of commitment. You can't half-ass it and expect results." Which is common sense, I suppose. But some people need to hear it. If Terry and I ever end up speaking again, I'm buying him a copy of this book.
I found it weird that I liked it so much, considering I'm very much attracted to reading about the exploits and crash-and-burn lifestyles of celebs with almost no resolution. That's why I've loved for so many years and keep re-reading Marilyn Manson's book over and over and over. I guess that says something about me and my own position in life, as well. Heh.
Wow. Write an effing novel, why don't I?
Anyhow. Most of today was spent sitting on my ass playing with photoshop, making something awesome. I'll probably be working on it until the early AM tomorrow.
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