2005-06-30 6:55 p.m.
Dr. Dooshbag, DDS

I can't even type because I'm so upset but let's just say that I just spent $350 at the dentist who doesn't take my dental insurance, (actual phrase uttered: "We'll try to submit your claim but we're not interested in your health insurance. We're interested in you."), stroked my face in a creepy fatherly way when talking to the hygienist, told me that "I was a big girl now" and now that I'm "on my own" I should learn certain things (I'm assuming he was talking about flossing), that he was going to take extra time with me next time (gee thanks!), why wasn't I going home to see my family for July 4th weekend, and that I should have gone to law school.

Listen you kibbitzing cocksucker! You're not my dad. You can't talk to me like that. You patronizing jerk!

My parents want to see me on Saturday. They demand to know why I'm avoiding them.

I just want to run away and hide.

Fee

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