I concede.

There are a few things that don't suck about Saint Louis. For one, Panera bread (OMGGGGG). I miss their I.C. Caramels and their bagels more than I thought I did. Also, there's this great German lady who has been working there since I was a freshman. When I went in today after my dentist's appt, she was there. While she was getting me my stuff, she gives me this intent look.
"You work at the jewelry store?"
*smile* "No, actually."
"Ah, I mistake you for someone else. But you are beautiful, and you should know that."
*surprised* "Thank you!"
People love her because she cares and somehow never gets stressed out. <3 you, Stella. <3 you like whoa, and you make the best hot cocoa ever.

I also like the dentist because they have all this fun hi-tech stuff and I get to stare at x-rays of my teeth. But today's dentist visit was rather traumatic...I'm not really sure I can explain why, but rest assured that I am thoroughly traumatized.

So I find out today that my two (yep, only two) wisdom teeth are coming in. So I have to get those extracted this summer. And, I have cavities.

This is the source of the trauma. I have never had cavities before. They are something that happen to other people. I am a dentist's wet dream; I floss, I brush all the time, I use listerine. When I go in my teeth are virtually plaque-free. My dental records glow healthily, and are covered with notes like "GOOD BRUSHER."

So how the FUCK do I get cavities, I asked?

Well, it turns out that a few of my teeth are heavily grooved, and a toothbrush can't really clean them properly. So while my good hygeine means I have an incredibly low decay rate, getting these cavities was pretty much inevitable. I literally could have done nothing.

But he says that the rest of my teeth are indestructable and that after these are filled, he doesn't think I'll have cavities ever again.

BUT STILL! I can't frigging BELIEVE that I have cavities! I really wish I could fully explain...

I think I need to go sulk in my bed for a while, which is the third thing about Saint Louis that doesn't suck. I have never slept in a more comfortable bed in my life. Just...it EATS my nerves with love. It's like being bitten by Lestat, only minues the vampirism and the Tom Cruise.