"i was whack." "no, i was whack."
first of all, let me point out that this morning i woke up in a puddle of mattress because my air mattress had sprung a leak at some point during the night. my reaction? hit snooze and try to roll over, and when that proved impossible, shrug. and go back to sleep.
i had to go to work without brushing my teeth, because my roomate was in the shower and i was very very late. the last time i went without brushing my teeth was... now let's see... way back in.... oh ya, that's right NEVER!
oral hygeine is very important to me.
i feel very uncomfortable right now.
because i have this obsession with bad breath. so i'm chewing an insane amount of eclipse: polar ice gum and keeping everyone at arms length which, actually, i should have as a work rule anyways, and figuring that i can probably go home to brush during lunch if i skip the lunch part of lunch.
anyways, waking up in a destroyed bed... running hideously late to work... that had no effect on my mood, but not brushing my teeth came very very close to ruining my day. especially when i couldn't find my eclipse:polar ice at first. which i'm thinking ups me to nut status. priorities hugely out of whack. a complete lack of rationale.
but, you know, i'm not the only nut.
my sister has this insane, post-pubescent idea that her arms are fat. cap sleeves freak her out.
lincoln has to have all the bills in his wallet facing the same way and in ascending monetary order. i tried to take up his system but gleaned no sense of accomplishment from organizing my three $1 bills.
and don't even get me started on the roomates i've had over the years. slurpee diets, fear of washing cups, the firm belief that their hair falls out more than anyone else in the apartment, using only white plastic hangers...
and those are the roomates i liked.
i want to think that i know the most dysfunctional people on earth. because that would be really interesting and i could probably make a lot of money from writing a book about it. but i have this suspicion that my people are no weirder than anyone else's people.
which is fine too.
i mean, it's kind of interesting. and i could probably make no money from writing a blog about them.
i had to go to work without brushing my teeth, because my roomate was in the shower and i was very very late. the last time i went without brushing my teeth was... now let's see... way back in.... oh ya, that's right NEVER!
oral hygeine is very important to me.
i feel very uncomfortable right now.
because i have this obsession with bad breath. so i'm chewing an insane amount of eclipse: polar ice gum and keeping everyone at arms length which, actually, i should have as a work rule anyways, and figuring that i can probably go home to brush during lunch if i skip the lunch part of lunch.
anyways, waking up in a destroyed bed... running hideously late to work... that had no effect on my mood, but not brushing my teeth came very very close to ruining my day. especially when i couldn't find my eclipse:polar ice at first. which i'm thinking ups me to nut status. priorities hugely out of whack. a complete lack of rationale.
but, you know, i'm not the only nut.
my sister has this insane, post-pubescent idea that her arms are fat. cap sleeves freak her out.
lincoln has to have all the bills in his wallet facing the same way and in ascending monetary order. i tried to take up his system but gleaned no sense of accomplishment from organizing my three $1 bills.
and don't even get me started on the roomates i've had over the years. slurpee diets, fear of washing cups, the firm belief that their hair falls out more than anyone else in the apartment, using only white plastic hangers...
and those are the roomates i liked.
i want to think that i know the most dysfunctional people on earth. because that would be really interesting and i could probably make a lot of money from writing a book about it. but i have this suspicion that my people are no weirder than anyone else's people.
which is fine too.
i mean, it's kind of interesting. and i could probably make no money from writing a blog about them.
Comments
They seem to be nicer to clothes...
Wouldn't it be nice is someone invented some gum that would essential brush your teeth as you chewed it?
I'd pay money for that.
I am also obsessed with halitosis, but contradictingly, not oral hygiene.
I hate plastic hangers, because they bend in the middle and wrinkle pants. They are fine for shirts though.