I have a confession to make.
When I brush my teeth sometimes I forget I'm brushing them. No longer is the brushing about the cleanliness of my teeth. The act of brushing becomes an intimacy between my mouth and the minty brushing sensation. That is the point where brushing my teeth is no longer a duty or a hygenical ritual. It becomes more than that. It becomes something pleasurable.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Confession
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2 comments:
Such an odd person you are. I love ya though! :) We're going to be in SC this weekend. What are your plans?
I don't even know how to respond to that.
:)
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