Wondering about the title? Thinking about six well dressed men? I'm learning the dance. its going to be legit except for the fact that I'll have to, like, buy a blazer, and I personally think that 99% of the time girls look horrible in blazers.
Speaking of songs, one of my friends linked a Katy Perry song on facebook called Who Am I Living For? that is surprisingly good.
So as I may have said before, I am in an incredible amount of pain, but here's the deal: I thought it was pain before, but that was before I'd had to take off the old rubberbands and put in new ones. I can't touch my teeth without it hurting, but I had to push and pull and go through something that I assume is close to childbirth until I had unhooked my and rehooked the torture device.
Now, here's something fun for you to try: reach your lower jaw out as much as you possibly can, then reach it about twice as far, then imagine it being held there by rubber, and its jamming into your upper, also completely lose-feeling and totally-sore, teeth.
And then imagine never ever being able to say a single word or bite down or stuff anything into the small crack that is created if you stretch your mouth open as much as it can go (about 1/2 inch). Not being able to brush your teeth, or eat that delicious thai dinner that you made, while your family sits around you eating it, telling you how great it is, while you eat canned cream of chicken soup, and the only thing you want to say, if you could talk, is (beside lots of really mean things) "I bet its great."
And then imagine never being able to sing along with anything, and imagine not being able to laugh or lick your freaking lips. I can't lick my lips. I can't do it. And if I try, my tongue usually gets stuck between my teeth. And you know how when you swallow, you bite down, or at least bring your lower jaw back a bit? Yeah, can't do that either.
Ok, I'm done. For now.
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