There was a post here that I began in the morning and saved as a draft. I finished it in the afternoon and published it, but apparently some Blogger wires got crossed because it posted as a Spanish-language news article of Daley's plan to put photos of prostitutes and johns on the internet. What's up with that?
And I really don't feel like retyping it. So I'll narrow it down. It was about how my dental hygienist really annoyed me on Wednesday by insisting on conversing while she's working on my teeth. I had a good line in there about the horrifying sound of metal on bone, but I can't remember the exact syntax, so you'll all just have to suffer.
Bottom line, she couldn't remember what month she graduated college in (she landed on May as if it were some a word in Russian) and she started yelling at me for something she "told me a year ago!" that I have no control over. The dentist came in and said it wasn't a problem, so justice was mine.
1 comment:
what in holy hell is going on with your blog? it's all in spanish and binary code...
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