I’m currently sort of watching the Meester play some Western, GTA style video game, where he’s beating up hookers. I love watching him play games like this, because he’s a devious shit, who finds the most absurd things to do with a video game.
I had a dentist appointment tonight to get some fillings replaced. Let me preface this by saying, I love my dentist. I’ve been going to him for years, and he made me not afraid of the dentist after years of dental abuse from my former dentist, who would scream at me for being scared. Nice guy. A real peach, that one. I’ve spent countless hours in my dentists chair getting fillings. New ones, old ones replaced, what have you. I always ask him if he’s got his eye on a new beamer or mercades, because I’ve just about finished counting every last hole in his drop ceiling. This time he told me it was college tuition time. At least he’s honest.
Oddly, for the second time, my bestie and I ended up making appointments on the same day, without realizing it. Her for a cleaning and me for a filling replacement, which was awesome, because while I love her dearly, there are just certain things that are sacred in a relationship. One is going to the bathroom with the door closed (maybe you peed in front of each other in middle school, but post children, the last thing you want to do is pee with the door open when the opportunity strikes for you to go in peace). The other is letting them see you when half of your face is melting off and you’re drooling on yourself, looking like a stroke victim. She was witness to this last time, and I wasn’t quite ready to take our relationship to that level, but I didn’t have much of a choice. This time, I handed her a towel and told her to wipe off my face, because I can’t feel where it’s dripping.
Now the novacaine is wearing off and I fel like I got punched in the face.