Toothy Business

On Monday, I finally had my last dentist appointment in which the doctor fixed my chipped front tooth, among other stuff. I was having this awesome feeling of accomplishment 'cause my treatment was over & my smile obviously looked less creepy than the usual. But some hours later, somehow (and probably due my rodent ways) I managed to break my new tooth in a way that looks worse than before!

I still haven't got an appointment to fix it yet. I tried convincing myself that it gave me more personality, but the truth is I look like a beat up whore. Not good at all.