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Tomorrow at the butt crack of dawn, I will be sitting in a dentist's chair for the first time since I was about 8 or 10 yrs old. That's right, almost 16 yrs later. I'm actually excited, because I know I need some work done. And I haven't been in so long so I don't know what I should be fearing, so I'm not too nervous. I'm just afraid of them telling me, "your teeth are all fucked up!". They're aren't, considering I haven't been to the dentist in so long...but I do need some work done. Scary thing, as I was typing this just now my dentist called just to say hello and to thank me for making an appointment to see him. He sounded like a youngin', maybe he'll be a good looking dentist. Hey HEY hey. I could use a sugar daddy right about now.