A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Monday, January 25, 2016
Given how much my bite had shifted, I did not get the perms today. She
refit me with my new bite to let it all settle. And O M G. When she
popped in the new set, I just started laughing because it feels so good.
The tech said, I should be called "Giggles". My whole face is so full
It sounds so stupid, but I've missed my smile so much.