give me novocaine...

everyone hates the dentist. i don't think i've met anyone that enjoys it. if you do, in fact, get your kicks from these half-masked people handling your tongue, do share, so i can proceed to call you an idiot.

i'm almost positive metal tools are not supposed to be scraped up against the bones in our mouths.

it's okay for a few minutes... your head is back, the ceiling gets more interesting... but when you see that shiny, razor sharp, pointed tip of a thing sticking out of your mouth, and you begin to think about what's on the other side of the shiny metal stick... [you know, the one that they're using to prod your mouth as if it's immune to pain...] it gets a little intimidating.

i usually try to focus on the ceiling and memorize the "determination" or animal posters... my favorite project last time was the proper name for a panda bear. you know, those really long, hard-to-pronounce names that are basically useless to normal people? panda bear: numacolarolum ducel. or something. obviously that's not correct, my memory only lasting on that one for about five minutes before i got distracted and forgot it.

this time, there was a poster on the far wall with a punctuation error that was killing me inside. it stated: "happiness like wild flowers, always finds a way." or something stupid like that. there needs to be a comma after the word happiness in my opinion. even typing that i wanted to just slip it in. i wanted to grab one of those shiny metal sticks and carve one in. oh well. maybe next time.

no matter what they say, a metal stick with a pointed tip is not meant to be inserted into my mouth and used to scrape my teeth. whoever came up with this idea should be fired.