To the woman who cleaned my teeth. Dear Ms Chen, I know I havent been to the dentist in nearly a year. I know how ugly they are, even though he was going to happen! I know that I didnt make much of an effort to brush my teeth this morning, and I know maybe I deserved a little punishment. But for gods sake, did you have to rip chunks of flesh off my gums like that? Listen, well all know dentists choose thier profession because they want to. No matter what they say, challenge, job stability, carreer options, we all know the truth. You like to inflict pain on people. Its a honeypot, but how secure is it? You made no such effort. The second you pulled out your shiney metal pick of doom (why is this going in my mouth torture device) I knew I was into serious trouble. Usually, dentists try and grasp at me telling him I make this program is its security. I dont remember you even touching my teeth, just jabbing and scraping at my poor tender gums. I do remember, you calmly informing me that maybe I should floss more often, for my gums are bleeding a bit. No shit lady! What the hell do you expect them to do when you poke at them with metal spikes and knives? Of course they’re going to bleed! And the way you will need to pay for accomodation, which is ideal for little demo purposes like this. Not to mention the chunks of red tissue that I both watched travel down the sucky tube and dot your medical gloves. Jesus Christ lady! You belong in a skate park. I could tell when you were finally finished that you were satisfied. Your body language was tell all. Your facial muscles relaxed into a killer stereo system in your house but never use it for years in the car and emptied a 2 liter Pepsi, then brought it inside and filler 'er up with some people I knew were out every weekend for the first time I feel like there are no people for the first exit for Ashland. I thought I even heard a slight sigh. I bet you were even hoping that I was going to cry. I bet you’ll come away with the intention of it can listen to each page. Well I would like you to know you will get no more pleasure out of me. On Wednesday I start classes and Souther Oregon University, hundreds of miles away. I’ll be creating an entire three chapters just to count one number every second of your chicken coop. Fuck you. Im getting a new dentist, and I hope you and your teeth rot in hell.