Dear god, I am teething.

Seriously, at the age of twenty-two I'm starting to teethe and it hurts so much more than when I, um... see?? I can't compare it to the last time, because i was a friggin' TODDLER.

I think it's making me cranky.

It's one of those strange kind of pains where you know it's bugging you but it really doesn't hurt, and you only notice it when you're eating or you accidently bite the back of your cheek. But it still pisses you right the fuck off. And now you're probably saying, "Carol, you still have your wisdom teeth??" Shut up, I only have three, and they never bugged me before. To make matters even more annoying for me, I went to my dentist who had the audacity to go, "Carol, you still have your wisdom teeth??" Fuck you, asshole, you're the one that's supposed to be already informed of those things. Grrrr.

See? I told you, cranky. It's no good when you're home for Christmas and you have to be extra nice to your mom because only one of her two daughters came home for Christmas and she's the type of mother that cries about one of her daughters living one hour away in Philadelphia (me). At the rate I'm going, all I'll be getting a lump of coal in my stocking this Christmas. A lump of coal and three goddamned wisdom teeth.