Box of pearls

My dentist is adorable. When I last saw her she had a minifro and braces. Today she had neither and had fully swung from cute cute to hot cute. So naturally I wanted to impress her. What I've found is that there is no consistency between visits. I used to have this really lovely dentist who told me my teeth were perfect every six months. Then without being told she was replaced by an angry man, then an Irish woman who insisted I flossed and now this girl. Last time she warned of the evils of coca cola and above all the treacherous bru so I cut down a little. And I do mean a little. I drank more beer because spirits were mixed with fizzies and I didn't want my teeth to melt away. Today I walked in, forgot how old I was and made the receptionist glare at me with such indifferent malice, the dentist acknowledged my wisdom tooth and sent me back out. I didn't pay a thing and I gave my mum 50p for a big bottle of lemonade. Seriously it's great stuff and made with real lemons! so the bottle always proudly tells me.

Oh and she implied my future degree in history was worth nothing. Least I won't be poking around in people's mouths and killing myself though! She's too pretty to be mad at but damn I did not need that this morning.

Also I had the craziest dream about Julie hiding from school and great big swirls of teeth that were sharklike and creepy and there was someone trying to kill us and I woke up so angry but a minute before my alarm went off so I guess my brain was only trying to help.