Teeth

I can think of only one way in which teeth might find their way into the sexual equations of my life: gently nibbling over a swollen bell end. That's it. Do other purposes (of a sexual nature) exist?

To the issue in question, my wisdom tooth and the pain that attaches to its existence are pissing me right off. Is it my fault that the gums have grown right over the wisdom tooth in such a way causing a gap to be formed in which food can get stuck, thus causing me considerable pain all bloody day long?

Is it my fault that I now have to use the right side of my mouth to eat?

Is it fair that I am now actually rather frightened of my mouth and the damage I might do to it, or it might do to me?

Is it fair that the dentist charged me a small fortune to have a quick peek and tell me a) that there was nothing that he could really do, b) that I should go out and purchase medicine having the equivalent value to a packet of super soft ribbed condoms AND a designer buttplug, c) that there is a waiting list for these 'sorts of things' for between 1 and 2 years on the NHS, d) that, were he to do it privately, I could expect to fork out £300 quid (at which moment my buttplug comparison failed to match up completely). I have a tooth ache and they are all intent on pissing me off. Well they can all kiss my sweet little cherry arse.

Actually, today the tooth feels generally better (now that I've spent my entire life savings on three packets of pills and (potentially) the most vile tasting mouth wash ever invented.

My father is also doing my head in as he slowly comes to terms with the fact that unlike himself in the year 1974, I have to pay for check ups and medicine and that being a student over the age of 19 provides no concessionary benefits in today's world, none whatsoever. Oops, I forget the much needed discounts of Topman merchandise. Forgive me won't you. So, the price I paid for all this has clearly kept the man awake at night and I've frequent visits during the course of the evening as he tries to gage his levels of bankruptcy.

Other than that, being at home is wonderful. Saw a good few films and spent good time gossiping with my aunt. The food (something I have missed more than my taste buds could ever describe) is also ample enough to quench my thirst, for now.

Visited the grandparents earlier this afternoon as they fed me a soup consisting of all things green (or a shade of green) under the sun. Perhaps the most delicious soup I've ever tasted, and each time I have it I enjoy it more. Although today it was hot. Hot enough to have me run through a box of kleenex.

Miss Joss-Stone-Hater and I spoke earlier this evening as she described how she was feeling 'very tired'.
'Yes, so am I' I replied. 'I guess it's all of this revision catching up with us.'

I have been feeling every so able-to-sleep-at-every-opportunity. Ah well, If I don't do it now, I suppose I never will.

As I write this entry I've managed to work my way through a bag of big chocolate covered rose flavoured Turkish Delights. These along side Haribo Strawbs, Pear Drops and Cadbury's Fruit and Nut are reason enough to put up with a bitchy wisdom tooth and gum flaps.

Mental Note -Before you go back to London on Monday, rid yourself of all pain, bring yourself up to sexual peek, because finally you have some time on your hands (and perhaps the much needed inclination) to go out and get yourself a string of fierce orgasms.

The plan for tomorrow -
M has given me Nigella's recipe for instant orange and lime ice cream. I am impressed and will add my own twist with mango and passion fruit. If it all works out, I'll post the ingredients up for you all to see tomorrow evening. Just make sure a big pot of double cream is at your disposal. With a big pot, there are always heaps of things one might do if one were in the mood. Personally, as cream-over-penis isn't really one of my culinary masterpieces, I will pour all that's left over down the sink.