maleficentmoi

I visited the dentist today for two fillings. Normally, I'd have gone into hysterics long before walking through the door into the office itself. Today, however, I had my wife with me. Also, it actually seems that my claustrophobia is waning off lately. I don't know exactly why, but I could hazard an educated guess. I'm a pretty contented man lately, brother. Or sister, if you will. I like my life. It isn't exorbitant or deserving of attention from the lesser-thans, but it suits me just fine.

Is anything really different in my life? Not on the surface. I'm still poor and my wife is still stressing out about attending the university and her deteriorating job status. My creativity hasn't been exceptional at all, so that's no excuse. My cats are healthy and so are our mice. The beta is looking great (having recovered from a spill several weeks ago while trying to change its water; my wife was, by the way; not the fish). We now have five fish in the big tank. Toe, our surviving goldfish, was alone for a few months now, but my wife and I went on a spending spree last week, getting four newbie fish for him to push around; and push he has. They get along great. We got two tiny black goldfish named the Bruise Brothers. We also got a silvery-white goldfish my wife named Snatch. Finally, we got a fucking gorgeous orange goldfish with amber trim (I refuse to consider it brown) on his fins. We named that particularly striking fish Taint. It reminds my wife of her brother. Mind your thoughts! It's because his favorite exclamation of surprise was, "Taint!" Don't ask...

So, why the feeling of contentment? I dunno and I don't care. I'm just riding it like it's something as random as perfect synchronicity of the chemical components in my brain for as long as they will last. I do know my wife's love weighs heavily on my good mood, so credit does go to my favorite cocksucker (my pet name for her!).

Anyway, the dentist visit went fine. No problems at all. I don't fear the dentist exactly, but rather the crowded conditions of he and his nurse bending over me as I hold a frozen, uncomfortable pose so that they can dig in my mouth. Dental work? That's nothing. Smothering under a doctor and nurse? Gang way because I've gone yellow up the back. It's the same reason why I hate flying. The crowded condition of the plane kills me, not actually flying. Go figure.

Oh, on a side note, before I went into the dentist's office, I saw a woman far off at a street corner waiting to cross. Her breasts were so big on her slender body that the afternoon sun blanketed her abdomen and legs down to her knees. Wow! What a sight. Nothing can take the ol' noodle off stress faster than breasts so big that they provide shade a for a stomach and two thighs. A good omen for my dentist visit if there ever was one, for some reason.

We also played miniature golf. I lost by one fucking stroke. Damn it!