i feel like kicking my dental hygenist. i had a dentist appt last week (yay!) and she freaking brushed my teeth so VIGOROUSLY. she was like murdering my teeth. i was thinking - holy crap, i know teeth are pretty strong but you need to caaaaalm down. and now i have this fat cold sore on my upper gum alllllllll the way at the back thanks to her murderous spinning toothbrush. i feel like ripping out the left side of the mouth cuz that freaking cold sore is painful.

my dental hygenists are really weird too. i was sitting in the chair all excited and ready for my appt. yes, i was excited. and no, that wasn't sarcasm. I LOVE the dentist. if i could go once a month i would. i love clean teeth. i love white teeth. my dentist is like my best friend. so, moving on...

dental hygenist: what size pants are those?
me: uhhh
dh: size 3?
me: no...size 0 or 1 i think
dh: oh...very nice!
me: uh, thanks
dh: did you dye your hair?
me: no...this is the natural color?
dh: oh so pretty. your hair is like mine, lots of brown in it
me: yeah...it's not very black
dh: don't dye your hair. it kills it. your hair is so beautiful, don't ruin it. my sister told me to dye my hair and now it's so ugly. i dyed it too many times. i want my old hair back. it was so beautiful. now it's totally different and i can't reverse it. so never dye your hair or highlight it.
me: ok

i was feeling hecka weirded out. i mean, who asks you "what size pants are those" like flat out. strange.

chicken soup for dinner. yum =D