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12:34 AM -- 2005-02-18
Fuck the dentist guy.... he brings showers of pain

Here's another very personal reason for my voyage to London... I just don't think this country supports my drug habit like it should. I want a land where government cradles drug habits like a newborn infant.

Oh and here is something horrible... a very horrible thing happened to me this morning. Two words:
Root Canal.

Oh man, forgive me for sounding like a hick, but 'that shit fucking sucked.' Having a root canal was the worst idea I ever had on my day off. And my dentist is such a douche, and I really think he knows it.

For one... he makes cheap shot jokes... and by cheap shot, I mean when he throws a stupid joke at you while you have instruments in your mouth.... inhibiting speech. I had so many good comebacks for his pretentious swill... but I had to sit in that chair, with a linebacker mouthpiece and drool hanging down my chin...

Such a low, low cheapshot.

And to add to my fury... he commited one of the most heinous offenses in my book (the book of wrath). He talked about my clothing. I believe the exact words were, "Look at you in your cute little red boots. Cute!"

How many times do I have to explain to people that my ensembles are not to be picked apart... they are visuals for chrissake. Visuals, people... they flow together, for a reason... Art, motherfuckers.

#$%*$ &%@# I was on the verge of a hissy fit... seriously.

Fashion, is a very viable form of art.

Believe that, killa.

But in short.... my dentist is a prick and I want to gouge his eyes out with my knuckles. (within a reasonable amount of circumstance, of course.)

Signing off...

Sa Da Tay!