I start my day by biting on a tic tac... BIG MISTAKE.
My tooth... er.. tooth and a half... literally crumble on impact. I’m assuming I’ll need another crown. I FUCKING HATE THE DENTIST, not necessarily because of all the drilling-in-mouth, but rather the “taking care of your teeth” lectures I get every time I walk into her office. My X-Ray is polka-dotted... to give you an idea of how many fillings, etc. I have in my mouth (I’m surprised they don’t stop me at the airport). I currently brush and floss and consume plenty of calcium... I have already fuckED my teeth, DONE, past tense... I can do absolutely nothing about it now, so they will keep chipping and breaking and there isn’t much I can do about it other than get them fixed... so why are you lecturing me?! I’m the one that has to endure all procedures ranging from mildly uncomfortable to severly painful... must I get that with a side order of guilt?!