samling

gotta take bratzilla to the dentist today for a checkup.

NOT looking forward to it. she's afraid of the chair. it goes up and down and makes her uneasy.

the past few days have been too hot to even think. so glad it's cooler today.

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the dentist looked at her teeth, but wouldn't clean them, because he didn't want to traumatize her. he said everything looks great, and her front teeth will probably be a while still before they come in. he's such a nice man, i look forward to going to his office when we go. it's like there's prozac in the air there, everyone is so sweet, and chipper, and happy.

i have never had a bad experience with a dentist. which means, when i finally DO have a cavity, i'm gonna be a fucking baby.

not much else going on. my desktop is pissed off, and won't do much for me, but my roomate/in-house IT is gonna look at her for me. i use this laptop a lot more anyway, so at least i'm not out of my comfort zone. i'm a spoiled house bitch.

i need to go fold the IT's socks now.