On fangs and stuff
Okay. I’m getting obsessive compulsive again about vampires, and you guys have to bare with me.
But you can’t really blame me. I finished the two seasons of True Blood in the past 5 days. It’s really good. I finished the four Vampire Academy books in the week before. Twilight in the two weeks preceding that. I wouldn’t be normal if I wasn’t a little obsessed by now. After all, I’ve had a thing for vampires since I was a kid. But Anne Rice became Christian and started writing about Moses, and I had no proper way of feeding my vampire addiction until the world went into a vampire craze.
Thank you, World, for going into a vampire craze.
I’m seriously considering going to the dentist who recently molded my smile and ask him to make me tiny fangs. The sad thing is, my mouth is originally designed to have fangs. Before braces, genetically-messed-up-teeth fixing surgery, and all that shit.
I was born with two missing front teeth. That meant that my canines were a little too in the front for a regular set of teeth. It runs in the family. My orthodontist had a simple solution: build the canines to look like regular teeth, then unbuild the teeth next to the canines to look like canines. Ta da. Normal teeth. Brilliant solution, if you ask me.



