Dentist

For those of you that read my last post about my dentist, you would know he verbally attacks me when I can't respond (because he's working on my mouth).

Last time he went on and on about my boyfriend(s) and how gay I am.

This time, he was like "So Jonathan, do you have a girlfriend?" I couldn't respond nor could I move my head to indicate a nod (yes) or shake (no). So he continued, "Well, if you don't have one, I have a few girls I'd like you to meet."

By now, I'm like ?!?!?!

Then he goes on to say "You're in Waverley Christian College right? Have you ever thought of asking out..." And then he went on to list a bunch of girls around my age, that go to my school. Ending with, "They're nice girls, I'll mention you to them next time I see them."

>_>

I can't exactly get to anything, because if I do, the joke's on me, I get retarded teeth.

Anyway, I got my wire thickened. Actually, thick wire replacing current wire but yeah. Which means....it's going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow morning.

But that's okay, I'm in a good mood. Because...I had roast duck for dinner. I rarely have roast duck. And I love it. I plan to eat heaps in Singapore at the end of this year when I go back, going to be EPIC.

Just kidding, it won't be epic at all. It will be tasty*.

Duck. Is. So. Nice.

I want more now. D:

I could eat 5kg of duck. Really, I could.