I Then Realized I Was Looking At A Dead Fish

I had to go to the DENTIST today . . . and not the normal dentist, either - the same dentist I've been going to since I was 3. So yeah, it's a kid's dentist. I HATE HATE HATE the dentist. They have dora stickers everywhere, and it sucks.

So the dentsist sits me in a chair, and is all like, 'you suck at brushing your teeth, do you want dentures at age 20? my gosh, use floss,' and it went on and on and on. I was just all 'yeah, uh-huh, okay, okey-dokey'. if she woulda said, "here's a joint, smoke 'em if you got 'em," i woulda said, 'yeah, sure, uh-huh.'

There was a sticker of a fish on the ceiling, and it was upside down. I then realized I was staring at a dead fish. I'm thinking, "why the hell would they put up a sticker of a dead fish in a kid's denyist, when you know they're already fraked out enough as it is?"

But thank goodness it's over - you'd never know my relief. I had no cavities, but they're all like "YOU SUCK AT BRUSHING AND FLOSSING." AND my package didn't come yet. Today's just a dissapointment. Can I go back to bed yet?



It's suprisingly cold here today. I had to dig out my trademarked blue hoodie. My mom hates the thing, cause it's the only one I wear since it's my only one, and when she saw me in it, I swear she crossed herself. Yeesh, it's a blue hoodie! I am Izzy, and that is how I roll, dangit!