All I want for my birthday is one dead left front tooth bleaching

Generally I'm one of those people who thinks their berfday should be the best day ever and don't bother taking people's crap when the day arrives. Of course then there is the inevitable p.p.d. (post party depression) which I don't deal with so well. Anywho, this year for my birthday I am in an incredibly good mood because b.b.e. (best boyfriend ever) gave me exactly what I wanted, a gift to last a lifetime (or at least a diet coke free decade?) One Dead Left Front Tooth Bleaching. I found the best dentist ever, she's awesome. And am mid process, but already I would willingly smile again for the cameras. Today was my third round, and on the way there I had to do some serious not-shit-taking, while the un-dude sitting on the subway next to me went to town on the innards of his nostrils. Come on un-dude! It's my birthday! In the end, I let him enjoy. Everyone should have a good day today! And since G's gift is the kind that keeps giving, every day hence forth! (Hopefully this will aleviate the p.p.d.) Just don't touch anything on the subway ever again.