Caught a lovely quote on a store-bag from Thailand my mom brought home, “the secret of happiness is to admire without desiring”. And like most quotes, they don’t come with instruction manuals. They’re like pretty ornaments. Decorative and impractical. Something like the four noble truths–for me at least.
Saw the ortho for my 1 1/2 monthly ligature change. Got a really weird color scheme going on that came out miles away from my mental preview. I’ll have to bear with the conspicuous patch of light green on the right teeth and the left teeth in the purply shadows. Maybe I’ll go for purple pink next time.. yea and risk death by girliness.
From hearsay, someone else in my class is bulimic, I can’t figure out who though. Not surprising, since I don’t look like I spend my day binge purging. Come to think of it, how exactly should they-who-throw-up look like? Short of wearing a hi i’m bulimic shirt, I’ll never know.
