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I'm feeling rather uninspired today... Most likely due to the flurry of creativity I've busied myself recently and then catching up on all my emails & letters...
Oooh..One such letter was from a dear friend in Illinois, and it wasn't so much of a letter as a gift! For me! Out of the blue! It is an adorable little book : How To Seduce, Pleasure and Titillate in Classical Latin. A very thoughtful present from a very dear friend. A lovely surprise. :-)
Also today was the finalrape of my gums appointment with the dentist-- at long last!!
Actually, today's experience wasn't that bad...It's the dull ache and soreness that comes creeping in a few hours after the anesthesia wears off that makes me feel like somebody slipped some roofies in my gums last night and had their nasty way with me.
But today, a remarkable event occurred. I was up very late last night doing things I shouldn't have been doing with boy-who-has-a-girlfriend-but-I-just-can't-resist and as a result, I am exhausted today. [And No, I'm not going to tell you about it--> praeteritio] After my dentist, Dr. Finger (I swear to God that's his real name; he's a very nice man), gave me the anesthetic shots and started to do his thing-- I fell asleep in the chair, while he was drilling away at my teeth!! I woke up just in time for him to finish up with the polishing. It was fucking awesome. I suppose having to go to the dentist every other week has forced me to conquer my fear of the whole experience-- I was comfortable enough to nap with my mouth forced open ridiculously wide. Hell yeah!--one down, 64,583 fears to go. And it only cost my father $3000....
On my way home, I decided to stop to put some air in my friend's car's tires. They needed it, and I don't want a repeat of this incident. I go to put the air in the tires and after squatting there for at least 5 minutes, repeatedly checking the hose and trying to figure out why it wasn't working-- before I realized that you have to pay for the fucking air! A) I must have looked like the quintessential dumb bitch who likes to think she knows something about cars...B) Who the fuck decided it was a good idea to start charging for air?!?!? Seriously-- what the fuck? I am completely baffled and outraged, frankly. . . And I didn't even have 75cents so I could use the stupid machine. . .
Here are some tidbits from my new book- please excuse the loose translations as they are not my own:
Quae dant quaeque negant,
gaudent tamen esse rogatae
Whether they say yes or no, women like to be asked. Ovid Ars Amatoria I.345
Ita Vero! Mea palaestra privata est. Yes, that's my private gym.
. . . Si pertendens animo vestita cubaris
scissa veste meas experiere manus
If you persist in lying fully clothed you'll feel
my hands tear your clothes off. Propertius 2.15. 17-18
Oooh..One such letter was from a dear friend in Illinois, and it wasn't so much of a letter as a gift! For me! Out of the blue! It is an adorable little book : How To Seduce, Pleasure and Titillate in Classical Latin. A very thoughtful present from a very dear friend. A lovely surprise. :-)
Also today was the final
Actually, today's experience wasn't that bad...It's the dull ache and soreness that comes creeping in a few hours after the anesthesia wears off that makes me feel like somebody slipped some roofies in my gums last night and had their nasty way with me.
But today, a remarkable event occurred. I was up very late last night doing things I shouldn't have been doing with boy-who-has-a-girlfriend-but-I-just-can't-resist and as a result, I am exhausted today. [And No, I'm not going to tell you about it--> praeteritio] After my dentist, Dr. Finger (I swear to God that's his real name; he's a very nice man), gave me the anesthetic shots and started to do his thing-- I fell asleep in the chair, while he was drilling away at my teeth!! I woke up just in time for him to finish up with the polishing. It was fucking awesome. I suppose having to go to the dentist every other week has forced me to conquer my fear of the whole experience-- I was comfortable enough to nap with my mouth forced open ridiculously wide. Hell yeah!--one down, 64,583 fears to go. And it only cost my father $3000....
On my way home, I decided to stop to put some air in my friend's car's tires. They needed it, and I don't want a repeat of this incident. I go to put the air in the tires and after squatting there for at least 5 minutes, repeatedly checking the hose and trying to figure out why it wasn't working-- before I realized that you have to pay for the fucking air! A) I must have looked like the quintessential dumb bitch who likes to think she knows something about cars...B) Who the fuck decided it was a good idea to start charging for air?!?!? Seriously-- what the fuck? I am completely baffled and outraged, frankly. . . And I didn't even have 75cents so I could use the stupid machine. . .
Here are some tidbits from my new book- please excuse the loose translations as they are not my own:
Quae dant quaeque negant,
gaudent tamen esse rogatae
Whether they say yes or no, women like to be asked. Ovid Ars Amatoria I.345
Ita Vero! Mea palaestra privata est. Yes, that's my private gym.
. . . Si pertendens animo vestita cubaris
scissa veste meas experiere manus
If you persist in lying fully clothed you'll feel
my hands tear your clothes off. Propertius 2.15. 17-18
posted by Persephone at 6:34 PM
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