I
really do not like the dentist. I know that a lot of kids say this as they grow up,
cough cough Jeremiah, and I admit, I have never had some scarring experience from the dentist, but it's just not a good feeling in there. BUT TODAY... oooooooh.... awful. The girl was aggressive! She hurt my teeth, drilled my gums, and pushed her machinary into my tongue on
many occasions. She also tried to get me to do part of
her job, and when I tried and didn't understand what she was asking, she snappily grabbed the tool from my hand and went back to her business. What is this all about?! Bad dentist mood shift.
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And then there were these guys...
Summer, I can feel you.
You feel like happiness and tank-tops.
Like shorts and sunscreen.
Like Amanda and her boat.
Like headbands and sunglasses.
Like watermelon and grass.
Like laughter and harmony.
You feel wonderful.
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