Sacrilicious

I found out that walking to the dentist's office doesn't consume two hours like I had originally suspected; it polished off only an hour and a half. On my journey to the dentist I hoped to encounter some sort of crazy spectacle involving dragons. I realized this wasn't going to happen when I arrived to the dentist's office free from any sort of amusing incident. Upon arriving I reluctantly announced my arrival, to which I was told that I would be seen shortly.

As per usual the hygienist did most of the dirty work (scrapping, chatting, brushing, flossing, flirting, sending explosive shocks of pain through out my gums). The dentist continued his efforts to erode my resistance for getting braces-- each time I visit him he recommends I see an orthodontist to put the metal rail roads in my mouth. I don't think he understands the fact that these braces are not feasibly affordable even when I explicitly say so.

Tonight was fun. Claire, Julia, and I smoked up before heading to Adelphia's with Anna (Anna didn't want to smoke for some reason) for some good dessert eatin'. I swear to god the dessert I was inhaling was having sex with my tastebuds in one huge delicious, lip smakin' orgy-fest. Through out the entire night Anna made it clear that she did not want to be with us; she thought she was better and more mature than us. Bah. The night ended with Claire, Julia and I just sitting in the car in my driveway, talking and laughing, all comfortable and relaxed... the way summer should be. "He's not from Wayne's WOrld! I mean Growing Pains!... Shit! I mean Boy Meets World!" had us all in stitches. I really don't know how this came about, but I remember my sides hurting because of it. How Julia mistook Wayne's World for Boy Meets World is beyond me. Anyways...

I love how easily Scott can paint a smile on my face. God damnit I miss him. But I'll spare you the details...