900. depressed

i don't think there is any way around it.
i'm pretty sure my teeth are growing hair.
it was confirmed when my hair-cutter asked if i'd like a little taken off the incisors.
and now i'm getting hair balls.
keaton thinks i'm licking the dog.
i've confessed to her suspicions because i don't have the courage to tell her the real reason.
that would make me the only person i know to have sunk to such a lowly place.

it's only a matter of a few more expelled wads before keaton can stand no more and kicks me out on my furry choppers.

alas, that makes me depressed.
but in a funny way.
like a mullet on a molar.