Crushing Krisis

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So, i was just trouncing around a tiny corner of the cam world via recommendations from Bertie and her satanic cam portal, and i realize that in the great scheme of things i’m a very small whore. Tiny, even. Because, while i occasionally appear on my cam while half-nude or fellating ripe produce, i am not a cam whore. There are people out there with websites devoted to their being cam whores, did you know that? No? Did you ever see sCam? Somehow i was under the impression that random bloggers with webcams applied to be in the game, but really they were a bunch of prissy famous lil’ whores. No joke. Am i severely tempted to apply for sCam2 knowing that i’ll have dsl and lots of free time? Slightly… but i think the whores would blow me out of the water. (wow… i wanted to link to some whores in there but i suspect they would take it the wrong way. it was hard to resist, though).

But, anyway, the whole point of this post was to link to Lane @ trianide because she doesn’t seem to be a cam whore, and i am delightfully obsessed with her starry design.

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In the cruel cruel world of PuppetMaster, we just lost my favourite of all the possibly masters… Nancy! I’ve been reading Nancy’s page on and off for a month so i knew she was real (even when i proposed that she was obviously the puppet in my first colorful comment), and though i am utterly miserable that she got the boot i now get to link to her incredibly intelligent log on a regular basis. I love you, Nancy!

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I am a masochist, and not just emotionally. My teeth hurt. Of course, this is naturally, because i just had two rather large teeth filled up with something other than tooth. However, the one on the left seems to be a lot angrier than the one on the right, and if i bite down onto something just right it feels like i’m jabbing a fork right into my brain. So, of course, to make sure that this condition is continuing and not just random i’ve been chewing gum like a fiend. Last night i took enough pain relievers that chewing gum really wasn’t that bothersome, and this morning i even ate a granola bar, but just now i popped in a piece of gum and i was seeing stars after sinking into it with my molar. The pain was so distracting that i literally sat down in the middle of the hallway and put my head between my knees for two minutes. Of course, that could’ve been a fluke, so i should really get some more gum just to check, but either way i’m going to the dentist again on Monday.

Masochism. Yum.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/07/4536143/

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I had forgotten the smell that you smell when a piece of your tooth starts getting grinded down into obscurity, and the gentle numb pressure as you click your hollow teeth against one another, and how the drill sings flight of the bumblebee to you if you close your eyes, and how when you open them that light overexposed everything entirely.


I haven’t had a cavity filled for nearly a decade, and that dusty gritty smell sent me back to third grade when everything was disconnected and my dentist was a cabin in the middle of the woods when compared the vast city when compared to my unassuming house on 64th street. Really it was just out in the suburbs and it had a small driveway and back then dense shrubbery constituted a forest of redwoods. My tongue is the most active part of my body and it always swirls and peeks around my mouth when i have something done to it. It swiped a tiny spy at the filling as my dentist turned away, and now i’m afraid i created some tiny pocket of insecurity and that everything will be able to infiltrate up to my brain if it can make it past my lips (which makes kissing scenes all the more dangerous). But, anyhow, i woke up at 6:30 and i’m playing the dreaded acoustic night with the same amount of cheery unpreparedness with with i approached it last time. Off i go.

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