bish is bored.


very bored.


today I went to the dentist. I hate the dentist. it's not him as a person, but him as a member of that wretched species that includes orthodontists, oral surgeons, and all those who go digging for gold in jaws of innocent victims with needles and other instruments of torture. today, the hygienist asked me how long I had braces and laughed - actually laughed - when I told her. I would have bit off a finger or five if I wasn't such a master of self control. there is nothing even remotely funny about eleven years of orthodontics.


presently sitting on the front porch watching the cars go by. one car. two car. red car. blue car. with a three minute interval between each. so very bored.


this place is good for listening to birds and seeing the stars and getting shot and watching your neighbours' grass grow, which makes it a very nice little town indeed, but it is stiflingly monotonous. stay here too long, and you start sitting on the front porch counting cars and saying indeed, a word that you decided, after watching the lord of the rings in its extended entirety, should be brought back immediately into common usage. especially when announced avec vigeur and a pinch of exasperation. indeed!!


you will even have the time and energy to look up the correct spelling of exasperation. an e, not an i.


toronto tomorrow! full of the bottled up excitement of someone who spends her evenings sitting on the front porch counting cars or watching clips of dexter on youtube. computer battery running low. over and out.