Newlysaid

I moved out of Germany and landed in America, collegetown.

Now I weigh less, abuse substances, and am in love.

Dental Aggravations

So just a few weeks ago, I went to the dentist for a check up and clean up et cetera. They cleaned me up, x-rayed me, and then told me I had seven cavities and could I please make an appointment to get all of those filled up? At once? Oh, yeah! I nearly forgot, they wanted my wisdom teeth out too. Now, this sounds plausible, right? A guy who doesn't especially take amazing care of his teeth goes to get them checked up and the dentist finds them wanting, sure, sounds okay to me. But wait, this is from me, who hasn't have a cavity my entire life. I've definitely come close, but seven at once? Fuck!

Now, just today, I went to another dentist to find out how much they'd charge for the wisdom teeth removal (the first one was around 800 euro, or 1200 dollars). Just for fun and curiosity, I asked them to just give my mouth a quick inspection. The babelicious dentist there grabbed some screamy whiny vibrating device and noggled around in their for a few minutes and looked at me and said, oh, sure, looks actually pretty great, you have excellent teeth. I was about to ask her if she was free that night, but then realized what the fuck, from seven cavities to none? Folks, I have not brushed my teeth that often or made any deal with a supernatural entity. There is no fucking way that cavities just disappear after a month.

So seriously, if your dentist tells you something that sounds sketchy or even just suspiciously overpriced and is not hot and yummable, please get a second opinion simultaniously. It might save you a lot of time and money. Plus you might get the dentist's number.

So fucking awesome.

Jazzfest and the Collateral Disgust

Man, I don't even know anymore. Sometimes it seems like the world makes perfect sense to everyone excluding me. This whole religion business, how can I take it seriously given the wild claims, unreasonable expectations, and supernatural elements that are involved with pretty much every single one of them? Girls just don't cut it for me anymore either. I mean, not that you're not pretty and sweet and all, but sometimes I just need to have some deep, intellectual talk about reincarnation or the sociopathic tendencies of certain individuals. My apologies, but at times it's so very difficult to give a fuck about the drugs and your other empty friends.

Goals for now:

This is a camera I took apart. As I dismantled its body, I could hear it screaming.

"No! I have so much left to do!"