I just went to the dentist. I'm a huge baby about going to the dentist. And not just while I'm at the dentist, but for the entire day after my appointment. I become overly aware of my teeth and it's all I can think of... and I just don't usually spend too much time thinking about them. What bothers me is that it feels like the hygenist moves my teeth into new positions and forgets to put them back. I don't think that's all that likely, but that's how I feel. Does anyone else get that?
Anyway, I start feeling the need to push them back into place and I try to accomplish that by grimacing and grinding my jaw. My boss just walked by and saw me doing it and yelled, "All right! Channel that energy!" That was kind of weird.
Though not as weird as my favorite new line (check that segue, baby.) I was getting out of my car the other day and a guy standing outside his house In His Underwear turned and yelled to his friends, "Yo, that's my girl right there! Hold my calls!" I loved it. A man in his underwear yelling at his friends to hold his calls.
It was so hard not to go over there and kick some game, but then I remembered that I was trying to stop dating deadbeats, and I think guys that are outside without the benefit of clothes may fall into this category.
Still, if you ever see me in the proximity of Omar Epps- please - hold my calls. |
