You know what really grinds my gears?

I shall dedicate this entry entirely to my crooked teeth; solely for the purpose that every time I look at a picture of myself I can't help but hide my teeth with my tongue in hopes that nobody notices such crookedness.

The origin of such crookedness was because as a child, I had this fear of severe agony when pulling out my loose teeth. Needless to say, when it was time for my front teeth to come out, I would never pull them... I would let the new tooth grow in while the old one was still in. Thus causing the new tooth to come in crooked.

Though such a gap wasn't as apparent as it is today, and all the blame goes to my dear old wisdom teeth. Forcing room so they sit comfortably at the back of my mouth; having no care that it pushed all my teeth together, creating such a gap that I can now stick my tongue in between.

*le sigh*

P.S. You know what really grinds my gears? Spelling tongue, toungue. I refuse to change it for the mere pleasure of laughing at myself. Indeed.

Posted on September 18, 2008 4:23 PM | Permalink
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