Lost a tooth. No joke.

I have a veneer and it came out.

It’s the tooth next to my two middle teeth.

This is not a good look.

I called my parents hysterical about this and am currently in hiding at their place upstate till I see a dentist.

I’m too vain to let anyone see my sans tooth.

I can’t rock the Amy Winehouse.

So like.

I’m seriously in hiding. It’s really boring.
EDIT 5 HOURS LATER:
I’m currently studying the dynamic relationships of felines. See I brought Fungi to my parents[I’m kind taking a mental stakeout here of sorts till after Christmas] and my parents already have three cats[including Killer who was MY cat but didn’t adjust well to apt. living]. Anyways I have been sitting in some pretty intense environments. Growling hissing hitting. Lily is the most psychotic of the bunch and I’m actually scared her. She hurt the vet so badly once that we were unable to get her shots and told with have to give her tranquilizers next time. Tippy is totally chill and doesn’t give a fuck in fact I took a nap using him as a pillow earlier. Killer is pissed off at Lily and Fungi but is otherwise ok. Fungi keeps going between scared shitless and no fear at all and attacked my mother once today. She’s also really excited about carpeting.
And in case that didn’t prove how bored I am. Here’s this:

Yep. Elfyourself.com.
Click here to see Frog, Yumna and I all as elves.
Thank god my parents have a fully stocked bar.
Love being Irish. Not only do they have a stocked bar. They have a literall bar. An actual room that is designated “bar.”
In fact I can’t remember ever living in a house without a bar.