Dentist = Ouch Motha Fukah!

So, as you can imagine. I took a little trip to the Dentist. Yep, my favorite trip of all. Not. Oh the joy of having some person poking at your gums with a really sharp and pointy instrument while another sucks your saliva through some sucky white tube thing. Not to mention they are both pulling the sides of your mouth in all directions. Making you feel like a one of those cartoons that have their lips flying back because of some really strong wind. In this case, there is no wind. Get my drift? So, after minutes of agonizing torture I finally broke free only to be told that I needed to get x-rays done. Can someone please shoot me now?!
Nothing better than some strange guy placing pieces of sharp plastic like substances in your mouth every minute or so. Did I mention my Destist has garlic breath? Well she does. Yep, nothing better than visiting the destist. :]
Despite my awesome Destist appointment, here come the interviews. Ever wonder what it would be like to just curse out your interviewer? Yep, it's definitely crossed my mind. Love how they have you sitting there for an hour only to act like jack asses and tell you to call them back and roleplay a scene. Are you fucking kidding me?! I just wasted gas and time driving over to you to tell me you want me to go door to door selling something I don't even believe in? Hell to the no! Thank God for job angencies. :] Reality is, I job hunting sucks ass. Yet, it's still stimulating.