September 8, 2003
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MELT BANANA…
where was I when this nummily bizarre ephemera of japanese techno-punk emerged? probably birthing something with a big head and a propensity toward shitting its pants…
oh well, now we are one, and all is as it should be.
AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! EEEeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!!
I did Part I of the Teeth Cleaning today. Part II occurs later this week. due to an orthodontist with a love of glue, and apparently a deep fear of anything in my mouth moving, ever, my teeth take an inordinately long time to scale. combine that with my freakish fear of people working in my mouth (no problem with the drills, just keep that gritty toothshit away from me), and you just have, well, the makings of a blog that just touches on the tip of the iceburg of my insanity.
mmmmmmmmm…nitrous. they have to give me nitrous to clean my teeth. hell, they have to give me nitrous to look in my mouth. I’m lying there listening to her talk about her kayaking vacation on vancouver island, which I actually did find interesting, and I’ve got this backstream of thought going: someday I really need to get a doctorate in something medical so I can prescribe stuff for me and my friends. it seemed like a really good idea. aside from that, there was some fluffy white cloud, “ooo, isn’t that pretty” kind of thought going on, and a few random sexual thoughts about my realtor, but everything else is kind of gone now…
I pick my nose, you know. I’m not exactly proud of it, but I’m not really ashamed either. I have allergies, so it’s just a neverending supply of slightly crispy nosegoblins… you so wish you had boogers like mine.
Comments (37)
Fellow nosepicker in the audience!! Haha! Sometimes you just gotta get it out.
PS. Best friends let you know when you’ve got a visible booger.
your boogers are the envy of all!!!
I did enough nitrous to kill all the brain cells I can spare, that shit is wicked
remember whip-its? isn’t that what those are too?
Yes. yes I do.
Damnit, satori, I’ve spent three funkin hours at the dentist’s today, and no one, repeat: No One, offered me any white clouds. I was laying there, drooling like a mad dog, my mouth wide open, while my dentist made fun of my tongue. (don’t ask)
And I’ve yet to clean those darn teeth on thursday. The teeth cleaner woman is evil. She likes her job and is absolutely merciless. She’s a woman on a mission from god. I swear, some days I just don’t know why I bother. I smoke, I drink tea..it’s bound to get dirty again, soon, too.
marry me, marry me NOW
yo! i’m with you on the picking the nose! *power to the nose pickers* lol
heinrik has a steady supply of those crispy boogs, too. i’m always trying to stealthly pick his nose. not that it works very well. he tends to notice a large woman hovering over him with a finger jammed up his nose.
Hmmmmm……
love-you HA!
crispy? hahah… yipes are those goblins or orcs? The Boogah-Hai. Shield device is “the green tipped finger”.
I’ll take the pain and anxiety over a nitrous buzz. I’m afraid my id would say some really stupidlyer honest things than usual if I let it out to play.
o.O
nitrous…mmm…never had a dentist that used it, but i’d sure like to try it out…i mean hell, my most memorable experience with a dentist was when he didn’t use any substance on me when he filled in a cavity…not even the topical numbing gel…i love the feeling of your tooth getting super-hot from the damn drill…ouchie! where’s ol’ doc painless when ya need him…
godDAMN, I love your freaky self!
HEY!! ur xangUh is soo kyoote!! i luff it..!! keep up deh guhd werk!!!! biyEeeeee!!
Hahah . . . good idea with the degree. Makes you wonder how many docs are already out there with the same idea in mind.
Hmm, I wouldn’t mind a little nitrous.
i only had it once, at the oral surgeon’s. i think i know what it feels like to weigh 800lbs, becuase i sunk so far down into that chair (before the valium passed my ass out, god bless the oral surgeon) i thought i was gonna just keep going and fall out the bottom. “are you a little more relaxed?” “uuhrm. murmmmph.” “good.”
I used to throw after-hours parties all the time, making sure to invite the two people I knew always had nitrous with ‘em. once I was in a room of 20 people all with their own nitrous balloon…. one of my friend’s almost died in my kitchen from it. at the time we thought it was funny, ha ha.
LOL…I’ve never had the fortune to try the nitrous oxide. Maybe some day I can fake freaking out at the dentist office, but… my first fillings were done with the dentist singing to drown the screams in order to avoid using novocaine… (Don’t ask. It was overseas) I developed a very high pain tolerance.
You’re the best!
I hate that toothgrit shit too. gives me the major willies! especially when a few bits of it remain after copius rinsing and you begin to chew something. Ahhhh!
You can get whippits over the counter. I remember my brother filling balloons with them and getting high. That would explain things….lol
although i cannot say i’ve ever had the privilidge of been administered nitrous, my husband -as well as you and others who have commented here- enthuse i’m missing out. i will say that (how’s this one for “the lunacy meter”:) i recently had a spinal tap and found the experience to be a high in its own right. i was fascinated by feeling the stimulation of spinal scraping; where else does one experience such contact in this specific area of the bod, y’know? “horrific”? not to me. my family, so worried about the pain involved, had gathered outside of my hospital room’s door, along with several nurses who heard me from the hall (guess they wanted to test their hearing… lol!). i was sooo giddy, my doc replying, “you goofy!” and those in the hallway astonished (apparently i was the first who had reacted this way…). (i think) it’s a funny story and just thought i’d share that one with you, as i detect our sense of humor may be on the same page… i do agree with you on the gritty shit at the dentist’s office. i dislike it when people touch me and, further, whythefuck is it that dentists have yet to improve on the products’ selection? i mean, can we not concoct a “patient-friendly” mixture?!?
“p.s.” now you’ve got me interested in learning about your “glue” phobia. have you mentioned it in a weblog prior to my subscription date?
for fuck’s sake! what IS IT with my typos today?!? i meant to write: “…being administered nitrous…” rather than what appears above. i’m sure ya caught my meanin’ anyway (i’m still a ridiculous editor, though!!!). “peace-out!”
Last i.v.f I had, I had the best high of my life, and dudette, I’ve had some fan-facckin-tastic highs in my days.
I proposed to the anesthesiologist, (marriage, what else) but he declined. Opportunity rose when when I was trippin he pur a hand on my forehead and asked how I was doing.
I told him, through clouds of pink fluffy cotton wool:”ahh wanna take you home with me,” which made ‘em all laugh. fools. I meant every word.
I do ivf’s just for that high, now, but you know, the downs just blows out all the fun.
Obviously, that high goes a long way. That ought to account for there them typos.
when I was being pushed down the hall toward emergency surgery (after the iv started) I made them stop at the front desk for a big (3×4) Barbie sticker for my hospital gown…???
50,000 props. I love you!
-M
Babalon will think you’re a loser, now, satory. If you’re over 5, you’re not allowed to say Bar..you know. Seriously, though, what hospital keeps barbie stickers ? Where I go, I’m lucky if they have a name sticker, so that I can identify myself when I wake up.
I love those i.v’s. Weeeeeshhhh…woooosh.. I need that on a permanent basis.
You from Washington?
argh!
Bean got flavored nitrous for her last dental experience–I believe she chose bubblegum. We shoudl all be so lucky. I do not want your boogers, nor do I wish to see them, but I still adore you even when you pick your nose.
I saw a protected post from you but I know not when but it said to post to you if I saw it and I did so I am so there
crispy crunchy
my snots all funky
xoxox
dn’t be so f… honest!