Fuck me. Dammit.
I need to get to the dentist. I rarely ever will admit this, but I haven't been to the dentist in... okay, never mind. I won't admit it. It's too ridiculous. I'm terrified! They'll have to put me down for even a simple cleaning. I can't deal with it. Just the thought of the metal pokey things, and the drill... it makes me want to cry and vomit and faint.
Anyway, one of my wisdom teeth has grown in sideways. Instead of growing up and out, it's pointed forward. How the hell has that happened? Each and every single one of my other teeth grew in and settled perfectly straight. It's going to start pushing my bottom row of teeth around! Also, one of my fillings came loose and now that tooth keeps poking my tongue. And I can't stop thinking about all the food and plaque that is getting trapped in the hole between my filling and my tooth. Rotting. Gross.
Dammit dammit dammit. I don't have insurance! I don't want to come completely out of pocket for this shit.
For the first time ever I walked into a glass wall. Paybacks are indeed a bitch. I used to do that to my cats when I was a kid. I'd chase them down the hall, through the den to the sliding glass door of the patio and laugh my bratty little ass off when they crashed into it. I used to work at a gift store in a mall and after we opened, customers would constantly walk into the glass window until we set a display in front of it. I would go huddle in a corner and laugh my ass off. If I was ringing up a sale when it happened, my body would absolutely tremor with silent giggles while the customer in front of me glared. While I was on a set the other day, the director had one of the shit boys put duct tape on the glass mirror so talent wouldn't walk into it.
Mirrors freak me the fuck out. My old house had floor to ceiling mirrors down the main hallway. For months when I'd walk down that hallway to my bedroom at night I would jump at the sight of my reflection moving down the hall.
So, the other day I was at the Roosevelt Hotel walking briskly down the hall, when, BAM! I'd crashed face first into the glass door of the walkway. Here's a little insight into the way my brain works. I thought it was some kind of force field. It took me a bit to figure out what the hell was going on. I had to take a step back and I felt like such a lame ass when I finally realized what happened.
Still haven't gotten laid.
I went out yesterday to a street fair. Pure torture, that was. So many hot, topless gay men! I thought I was going to cry. Beautiful, built, toned, handsome men. Kissing each other. I finally just got a margarita and sat on the lawn so I could stare and drool and get drunk and horny by myself. Then I came home for a furious diddle session.
Fuck. I was supposed to go to the bank today and I forgot.
Hmph. It's nap time now.
I need to get to the dentist. I rarely ever will admit this, but I haven't been to the dentist in... okay, never mind. I won't admit it. It's too ridiculous. I'm terrified! They'll have to put me down for even a simple cleaning. I can't deal with it. Just the thought of the metal pokey things, and the drill... it makes me want to cry and vomit and faint.
Anyway, one of my wisdom teeth has grown in sideways. Instead of growing up and out, it's pointed forward. How the hell has that happened? Each and every single one of my other teeth grew in and settled perfectly straight. It's going to start pushing my bottom row of teeth around! Also, one of my fillings came loose and now that tooth keeps poking my tongue. And I can't stop thinking about all the food and plaque that is getting trapped in the hole between my filling and my tooth. Rotting. Gross.
Dammit dammit dammit. I don't have insurance! I don't want to come completely out of pocket for this shit.
For the first time ever I walked into a glass wall. Paybacks are indeed a bitch. I used to do that to my cats when I was a kid. I'd chase them down the hall, through the den to the sliding glass door of the patio and laugh my bratty little ass off when they crashed into it. I used to work at a gift store in a mall and after we opened, customers would constantly walk into the glass window until we set a display in front of it. I would go huddle in a corner and laugh my ass off. If I was ringing up a sale when it happened, my body would absolutely tremor with silent giggles while the customer in front of me glared. While I was on a set the other day, the director had one of the shit boys put duct tape on the glass mirror so talent wouldn't walk into it.
Mirrors freak me the fuck out. My old house had floor to ceiling mirrors down the main hallway. For months when I'd walk down that hallway to my bedroom at night I would jump at the sight of my reflection moving down the hall.
So, the other day I was at the Roosevelt Hotel walking briskly down the hall, when, BAM! I'd crashed face first into the glass door of the walkway. Here's a little insight into the way my brain works. I thought it was some kind of force field. It took me a bit to figure out what the hell was going on. I had to take a step back and I felt like such a lame ass when I finally realized what happened.
Still haven't gotten laid.
I went out yesterday to a street fair. Pure torture, that was. So many hot, topless gay men! I thought I was going to cry. Beautiful, built, toned, handsome men. Kissing each other. I finally just got a margarita and sat on the lawn so I could stare and drool and get drunk and horny by myself. Then I came home for a furious diddle session.
Fuck. I was supposed to go to the bank today and I forgot.
Hmph. It's nap time now.
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I love SF, but Seattle is where it's at my friend (or potential one at that). You should relocate and experience the Pacific Northwest, Seattle style.
peace, joy and love to you Gorgeous!
and the same thing is happening to my wisdom tooth! my top ones i had pulled a long time ago, but the bottoms seemed ok until a few months ago. one is growing in straight, but the other is totally pointed sideways into my cheek. ugh. i hate the dentist.