Last night, my friend Heather and I watched a BBCA Reveals episode called Britain's Worst Teeth.

If you know me, you know I am sort of obsessed with clean teeth. This show really made me squeamish. This is the teeth of one of of the people actually on the show:



Right now, I have no health coverage, much less any dental insurance. 2 years ago, one of my fillings fell out. This show made me even more freaked out than I already am.

I can't wait to get it fixed...

What I don't understand is how people let it get that bad. The show didn't mention how long they went without brushing their teeth, but it did make mention of their consumption of sugar. Heather brought up that Americans eat ungodly amounts of sugar and you rarely see teeth like that unless they do meth.

So, moral of the story -- brush your teeth, y'all.

Tomorrow we are throwing a surprise party for one of my very best friends. I am much more excited than I should be, but surprising people and doing something that I know will make someone happy are my absolute favorite things to do. Unfortunately, all this excitement just reminds me of my forthcoming birthday.

I am nearing legal drinking age with each passing second, much like any of you are slowly ticking towards your next birthday. In fact, in two months time and with any luck I will be propped up semi-conscious in front of a malfunctioning ATM with a pull lever, pissing away my hard earned money, and quite possibly ending up married via Klingon vows on the bridge of the NCC-1701... let's hope I maintain some sort of discretion and at least marry someone hot. Or famous. Or both.

I am hoping that this will be the first good birthday I've ever had, and it will be the first that I spend with my best friend Holley.

Now the trouble is getting the money to reserve my room soon!
Anyway, just a small bit of what's going on in my head tonight.