So, yesterday, I had to go to the dentist. Ick. I hate the dentist. I am uncomfortable with any professional who doesn't know you and makes judgements about you based on one personal aspect of you
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I love the guilting. It means I have permission to do it too, y'see.
I caaaaaaaaaan't fiiiiiiind your phone number. How stupid is that? Call again, and leave it for me...because my boss is trying to rehire me for next week and I need to escape
Dude. I really should get a cell phone, I guess. Yes, the ultimate solution for all of my communication needs! I shall be able to talk to more people and keep in touch and.........wait.....that doesn't really sound like me? Who is this person? *facepalms*
Eh, I dunno. I worked for a dentist for a month, and I saw those bills. If I were a parent, I'd be fucking pissed. Not that I liked my retainer, mind. But...yeah.
Um. Yes. My primary emotion about all of this is guilt. Because the combination of neglected dental hygiene and suicidal ideation is a nasty one. But I got tired of guilt. So now I am just angry.
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I caaaaaaaaaan't fiiiiiiind your phone number. How stupid is that? Call again, and leave it for me...because my boss is trying to rehire me for next week and I need to escape
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