It really fucking bugs me

when I find out that someone I know who's MARRIED is running around fucking someone else! and this isn't the first time I've had to know about someone's scandal like this.

It's a fucked up thing to do PERIOD but I feel even more unsettled if you're a woman. You should know better and care more than that. What kind of character do you have if you are 30 years old and married to someone but have no respect for him even though you go home to him every night? It's really really fucked. If your husband doesn't fuck you like you'd like to be fucked than leave him! It seems like it always gets revealed in the end though so eventually it'll work out. Your husband is kind of dumbass though cause I'm sure he senses somethings up but he doesn't want to believe his gut because he TRUSTS YOU. Fuuuuuck.

I've been there (on both sides) and it's just such a shitty thing to betray the trust of someone like that. I wish I never found out when it happened to me. It just made me feel like there's no one in the world who could be worthy of my trust. Stop it.

I stole this from Laurie Stone.

The thing about writing (as with sex) is that when I’m not doing it I forget how I exist in it.

Grillz, they stoopid, uh, hyphy!...?

"Grillz" the latest example of human decoration

By Jerry Large



My wife dropped a printout of a Web ad for Mr. Bling on my desk the other day.

The advertisement was for grillz. She'd done some research after our son, who is 14, had shown her a video in which flashing grillz left her aghast.
I'm not talking about the grills you saw advertised as ideal Father's Day gifts, but rather grillz: mouth jewelry, inserts of gold usually, sometimes encrusted with diamonds, that fit over a person's front teeth like Halloween fangs. It's a rap thing mostly: a convergence of tribalism and commercialism, a statement about community and the consumer.

The oral inserts have been around for years, but recently have been growing in popularity among young teens, hence my wife's reaction.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that to most adult eyes grillz look ridiculous. Plus they can be efficient incubators of bacteria.

Of course to someone trying to make a statement, none of that would be a deterrent. In fact, adult repulsion would be a bonus and bacteria irrelevant. Women who wear stiletto heels are willing to risk future back problems for immediate oohs and ahs. People want to look cool, whatever cool happens to be in a given place and time.

We shouldn't be surprised by the arrival of decorated teeth. Remember the man who was found frozen and preserved in the Alps in 1991? He was 5,300 years old and he had tattoos. So body decoration is not just for the young — OK, he wasn't that old when he got the tattoos.

People have always decorated themselves. And Americans are always coming up with something new, so tricked-out teeth were inevitable.

Decorative retainers are popular, so why not take things another step?

A couple of generations ago, gold teeth were in with some folks. Years ago, my mother had gold on a couple of front teeth, but a new dentist talked her into letting him remove them. When she was young they were cool with her crowd.

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Every group has its own thing: piercings for some, tattoos for others. People tan, dye, enhance and otherwise tinker with just about every body part. Lips get fattened, thighs shrunk.

Some American Indians strapped babies into devices that flattened their heads.

Victorians strapped women into corsets, and even removed ribs to give them tinier waists.

There've been a number of cultures in which people filed their teeth, which is certainly more dramatic than buying grillz.

My son told me about a place near his middle school where a person could get grillz, but he said they are mostly big in the Bay Area with the hyphy (pronounced hy-FEE) crowd. He thumbed his iPod and played a song by Baby Faced Assassins and hooked me up with a tune by Keak Da Sneak, who supposedly coined the term (hyphy = hyper). They was stupid ridiculous; some nice music, though the lyrics could be refined a bit.

Grillz are part of the hyphy group identity, but the look is spreading.

Grill wearers may think of themselves as rebels, but they are the ultimate celebrators of the consumer economy.

You can show off your wealth with grillz that cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars, just like watches. You know, there are functional watches and there are status-announcement watches. I saw a bunch in The New York Times last week in a photo spread on upscale jewelry. One watch cost $320,000, another $567,000.

Making a statement on your wrist is more subtle than declaring yourself with a blinding smile, but it amounts to the same thing.

And grillz aren't so bad. For one thing, they get gangsta-tough guys to smile — at least until their teeth fall out.

Jerry Large: 206-464-3346 or jlarge@seattletimes.com.

His column runs Thursdays and Sundays and is found at www.seattletimes.com/columnists.

Copyright © 2006 The Seattle Times Company

I don't know why they did it

but it made my day to be told to go downstairs and get some ice cream. Especially cause I can't eat much else with these sore teeth.

and CUPcake flavor??? Damn, I love my job.

I'm 2 pieces less myself.

Wish I would have confidence sooner that it wasn't so bad to get my wisdom teeth out. Doc just went in and plucked those 2 suckers right out! It was shockingly easy. When that novocaine wore off though I was hella glad I had some codeine to pop! Kind of a bummer that they wouldn't let me keep them but I'm trying so hard to be less of a pack rat these days so it's fine.

I was bloody and sore but I'm being fed baby food and ice cream (cherry vanilla, my fav) so I'm feeling better every second.
Thanks y'all for being so comforting and kind these days!

Thanks Aaron Comess

we missed you while you were out but we held down the fort while you were gone.

I got a pocketful of Cryptonite....I..I got a pocket full OF (pause) cryptonite!

Jeez, what's the summer got in store for me

when I feel like I've already accomplished most of my summertime missions? The first day of summer isn't even officially here yet!
The fabulous weekends just keep coming with each one leaving me more inspired than the last. And there's no end in sight cause this weekend we're headed out to the woods somewhere upstate.
Oooooh I love how summertime rolls.

Tony Fasarakis was murdered

this morning at Club Soma in Astoria, Queens.

My ass crack's a hit once again!

I held the door for the girl behind me as I left the Diaz grocery with my toilet paper and paper towels.
She followed me down the block and told me "girl, your ass is hanging out! I can see your crack...You got a quarter for the phone?"
I mumbled "No." and pushed open the door to my building and went inside.
Sigh.

I remember writing this down

in my journal. I went around reading it to everyone I knew. Don't know where I heard it but today Elina reminded me how amazing it is!


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

-Marianne Williamson