I REALLY love being a grown man who’s terrified of the dentist. *note sarcasm*
Seriously, I had terrible dreams last night and woke up this morning with my stomach in knots. And actually I don’t know what’s worse, the actual trip, the money I have to spend, the dire warnings of my teeth falling out or the false little happy face I have to put on when I see them. Because they know I don’t like going there and they get these horrid little faces of sympathy when I come in, “How are ya doing today Brian?” — One day I’m gonna tell them the truth, but I’m not sure I can curse that much and still be polite about it.
And in other news I bought condoms today.. for the first time ever. I feel like such a grown up now. I got so used to getting free condoms from bars and the college functions and pride days, and honestly I don’t go through them like butter anyway, but those expiration dates are rolling around and a lot of them are getting tossed in the trash. I also bought some candles and it made me think I need to start making candles again. I haven’t made a single one since moving in here and that’s so odd for me. Who knows, I might even try selling them. I mean I’ve seen the ones in WalMart and Michael’s thinking, “Those aren’t that special” and at the least it’d be a nice gift for people that I don’t know well enough to buy a real gift for.