dentistry...phone call
im missing you @ 9:22 a.m. on 2003-02-13
For some unknown reason, I want to say "Have yourself a merry little Christmas!" But, we will pretend that I don't have a mild (often, excessive) case of terrets.
I must say...I belive that my dermatologist must be a god-send.
I had a dentist appointment Wednesday and I would have to admit that I don't believe he is quite the god-send he might like to be.
I hate the dentist. Of all the places in the world, my last location of choice would be the dentist. Any dentist.
I don't particularly favor my dentist, though. He attempted to start a racist conversation with me. Now, you tell me how intelligent would it be of someone to state something racist while their hand is in my mouth. I warn you, I have sharp teeth.
But instead of biting the feeling out of his fingers...I used my teeth to do the "giggle and grin". The giggle that is in all fairness a "screw you" grin. I didn't acknowledge that he even existed for as long as he kept muttering. I should have screamed, "Take those racist hands out of my mouth!"
But, then according to an unworthy source, this would be being "racist against racist people." And I must remind you this unworthy sourse is also the one who plays Putt-Putt in her formal dress.
Whatever floats your boat...(the dentist doesn't float mine)...
I didn't tell you, Tango Maureen...Tuesday night I had a most wonderful phone conversation with Tara. It lasted something like 11 p.m. to 2:30 a.m.
There's nothing like lying in the dark of my bedroom, the warmth of my covers...and hearing her softly hum and sing..."cloud blood." The eclessiastical energy that drove through my veins...my bones...leaking into my organs...providing a new meaning to cloud blood, to sleeps first kiss.
I closed my eyes and felt her head on my chest...my fingers tangled in her hair...the silence outside of her voice was unbreakable...nothing else mattered. As far as I knew, nothing else existed. The soothing sound of the song she sang, her heartbeat and her breath synchronized to my thoughts. The way she caught her breath between each line and how each change of note beat at my chest. chilling.