I was praying to my napkin holder (not kneeling in front of it, just looking at it and praying--there is a picture of Jesus on it) that I would write a good blog, so here goes: (may the napkin holder be with me):
I was in the dentist's office today and my dentist, Dr. Louis Ross (who always goes off on tangents) started talking about how he was on a softball trip recently with his teenage daughter and a bunch of teenage girls, and how one of the girls on the bus was lactose intolerant and had eaten a bunch of cheese and drank milk, and she kept farting the whole way. People always tell me funny things. yay, NDH always gets the gossip.
I think the guy who sits next to me in my photography class has a mistress. He has a blackberry and it is always going off (he never answers it--he keeps it on vibrate). He's older (maybe in his 40s) and v. chubby. anyway, this is just my observation. I haven't said probably more than one sentence to him.
The other day, I got my hair cut at Salon on the Creek in Coppell, and my hairstylist informed me that she had indigestion because she had eaten spicy fish and broccoli for lunch. It was TMI, but then again, I asked.
You must buy the album This Is Not the World by the Futureheads--an awesome album I am drooling over. I bought it in England, and when I asked for The Futureheads at the record store (I forgot the name--something like Zassi records) the guy actually knew what I was talking about. They are from England and sometimes people here haven't heard of them. Please buy the album, you won't be dissapointed.
Also when I got my hair cut the other day, I was going to go almost blonde but the hairdresser talked me out of it (do blondes have more fun??) But I have a new phrase: short-haired girls do HAVE MORE FUN. way more fun.
enjoy the word super chillsauce and Big Bite hot dogs from
7-11.
peace,
blogging dental patient
Bow down to the Futureheads.
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