What can ya do...

Back to tooth drama. Forever with the mouth drama. God? I know I talk too much, and I know I talk a good deal of shit about you but can we find some sort of comprimise that leaves my teeth out of it? Wait no.... you are quite literal, something that leave my teeth IN it?"

I got to chewing on some delicious cheese puffs last night, and had one of those moments where time goes matrix on ya and you realize shit is not right. My slow motion was like a cow chewing cud in circular movements of the jowls as the face turned to a frown and the brain said - bitch you are chewing your own broken off tooth.

I think in honesty a severely ancient filling came loose but sure as shit there I went happilly chomping. And yet I insist I am intelligent. I have an appointment scheduled for a few weeks out, the best I could get, and the schedule maker was quite happy to hear I was in pain. I almost asked if she was married to the dentist and would it be her children's college fund I was affording. "Erica, if I cry would you get me in sooner?" and her lips smacked audibly with the sound of her checkbook being thumbed through in the background. She promised she'd do all she could and I believe her because she was pretty disinterested in talking to me until I reminded her Mr. Morgan goes there and has Care-Credit which is insta-money for dentists.

It's rather interesting to me because I treat everyone at my job like an asshole regardless of money, because they are generally assholes. I could care less who they are or which of their kid's are limping and need an operation... I really just need to move on with my day. This is probably why god is taking my teeth.

So sigh.... that's today for me. Oh I did get the goodies from my wife's garage sale. I sent Bosslady's Daughter with two bucks and said get me all the shit you can get me! She came back with an ashtray. A rather cool one but not some I will use. Something I will instead stare at. At length. Being a greedy whore I saw a Boggle game also in the back of the truck and begged it promptly, to find out that I hate it. It merely being around is making me feel possessed with anger and the ghost of some long dead smart person who would actually enjoy making words out of wooden dice. No shortage of things to insult my intelligence today.

-DM