Wednesday, May 18, 2011

there are seven days...

mm, seven days.
that's creepy.
anyways, for this history, i'll involve a dentist memory.
because i went to the dentist today.
thirteen cavities!
anyways.
when i was younger, i had a rotten tooth.
the dentist was the worst one ever.
he asked if my tooth hurt when he pushed down on it.
well, he pushed down on it.
and it hurt.
so i bit down on his thumb.
i wasn't very old, like six or so.
and he started yelling at me.
cussing, and screaming.
i guess he almost smacked me.
and this man was a child dentist.
traumatized me.
with his beezer, drill, whatever.
i'm now terrified of dentists.
and i don't have great teeth,
so i have to go there often.
stupid dentist.

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