do you remember, when you were small, that feeling of looseness that came over your teeth every once in awhile? the weird squeakiness, the ability to pull and feel something give... and once the hard part came loose sometimes there was that little protrusion of flesh still attached that wiggled and felt very strange and tender when you poked at it? i've been feeling that since last thursday, when, through a nitrous haze, i felt the oral-surgeon-man breaking up my wisdom teeth and yanking the bits from their roots, and i thought, ohhhh myyyyy godddddddd. owowowowowowowow. even though it didn't actually hurt at the time because of the novocaine. but it was so... traumatic. owowowowowowowow. and since then, my teeth have felt... peculiar. loose. wrong. itchy. it's the itchyness that gets to me. making me cranky, unfocused, suited only to reading other peoples' webpages. the scary thing is, i'm pretty sure my oral-surgeon-man was as gentle as he could be, and that all went smoothly. i'm lucky to my mouth feels as good as it does. scary, man. very very scary.
why in the world does my first journal entry have to be about something as mundane as wisdom teeth? damn.
a parting question: is there such a thing as platonic lust?
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