Do you know what a professional opinion is? Do you have one?
Would you say the metal is eating away at my gums?
I don't know if you can really tell, so I drew a little "illustration" but I doubt that is the right word for my scribblings:
Poll Gums
This has got me a little concerned, because I love my gums. They help keep my teeth in my head.
In other news:
My mom was suppose to call some Chef guy that's a friend of a friends, that's related to someone somehow and he was suppose to refer us to good Pastry Chef schools, but she never did. I'm starting to think it's not really one of her priorities on her list of things to do.
And I'm sad. Because work had me all upset today, and I really wanted to quit. But I didn't, because then how would I eat?
Another day, another nickle.
I had one of those days where I just feel dumber from experiencing it. And got an headache to boot. (who says that? what does that even mean?)
Stephen and I are going to learn "Robots" and maybe, but probably not, start a tribute band. Except it's really hard. I am rusty and/or Bret and Jemaine are gods. Both are pretty true statements, what am I talking about?
But I can't even sing and play at the same time, and if you can, I respect/admire/and am in awe of you.
I don't know if you can really tell, so I drew a little "illustration" but I doubt that is the right word for my scribblings:
Poll Gums
This has got me a little concerned, because I love my gums. They help keep my teeth in my head.
In other news:
My mom was suppose to call some Chef guy that's a friend of a friends, that's related to someone somehow and he was suppose to refer us to good Pastry Chef schools, but she never did. I'm starting to think it's not really one of her priorities on her list of things to do.
And I'm sad. Because work had me all upset today, and I really wanted to quit. But I didn't, because then how would I eat?
Another day, another nickle.
I had one of those days where I just feel dumber from experiencing it. And got an headache to boot. (who says that? what does that even mean?)
Stephen and I are going to learn "Robots" and maybe, but probably not, start a tribute band. Except it's really hard. I am rusty and/or Bret and Jemaine are gods. Both are pretty true statements, what am I talking about?
But I can't even sing and play at the same time, and if you can, I respect/admire/and am in awe of you.