I have little to offer here right now. I spent 3 hours in a denstist chair having very little fun this afternoon. At least the feezing has worn off and my lip no longer feels like it hired a large piece of liver as a stand-in. I don't blame them really. Sometimes I'm sure my lips wish they could just detach themselves and go off while I make a fool of myself all on my own. Look at the idiot mute dance. Often I feel like i'm missing some logic toll booth on the way from my brain to my mouth... I just get to stand back and meekly bring up the point that no one payed the toll while the thoughts whether good or bad just rush right through and form those words that I often regret... in fact, I think this is one of those moments.
Cheers to the pain of the dentist drill. It makes me want to brush my teeth all the time!
Cheers to the pain of the dentist drill. It makes me want to brush my teeth all the time!
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Hey, thanks again. These random short pieces about Aimee and the girl, Rachel aka Smuckerhead are snapshots from a memoir I'm trying to write. I don't know if I can actually sit down and write it out all at once, so doing them as journal entries is actually keeping me sane.
on a side note i kind of like the dentisit but that is because my girlfriend is always my dental assistant so it makes it much better