Yes, that's right, I'm going to the dentist today. I don't mind the pain. Au contraire. But IF THEY YELL AT ME ABOUT THE FLOSSING I'M KICKING OVER THE DRILL STAND.
I'm not going to floss! I don't care! It takes forever, and the floss gets stuck in my teeth, and then it either shreds or slices into my gums and I have to yank it out, and how is that good? How, I ask you, the yanking? I answer: IT'S NOT. There. I said it. I don't care.
In other news, I ate some amazing fish from that Mexican place the other day. The sauce, as far as I can tell, was made like this:
+1/2 cup cream
+1/2 stick butter
+9 pounds garlic
RAWR. I'm thinking the vampire downstairs won't be a problem for at least another week. And, HA! Maybe it'll keep the dentist away, too.
Okay, here's the real reason I wanted to post this morning. Is anyone writing trickC these days? Thinking about it, or got one in the pipe? I miss them so much it's ridiculous. Found myself a little weepy in the shower, but that may have been the hair dye. JC, Chris, I love you! Please fuck forever omg!! *sobs*