Saint Dirty Face

A day in the life: drool, rain, and “who gives a damn” vibes — powered by Rockstar Energy and divine chaos.

🦷💉 Dental Hijinx for Today

You hear dentist and your anxiety hits DEFCON 1, right?

Not today, Satan.

My dentist? Absolute wizard. I don’t know what voodoo numbing potion she used, but I felt NOTHING—just heard the drill buzz like an overcaffeinated wasp and sat there thinking,

“Hmm, I wonder if they’re installing a skylight in my molars?”

Fast-forward to me at home:

Left side of my mouth = dead zone.

Rockstar Energy drink + straw = flooded shirt front.

I am, without exaggeration, a drooling beast, laughing at myself in the mirror like a drunk pirate. 🤣🏴‍☠️

⛈️☁️ Meanwhile, in Texas…

Usually this time of year? We’re broiling at 110-112°F, basically Satan’s sauna.

Today?

89°F. Cloudy. Rainy. What. The. Hell.

Yes, it’s a glorious relief—but also, um… are we in a weather apocalypse? Climate change, El Niño, divine prank? Not sure.

All I know is I’m this close to going to Lowe’s to buy lumber for an ark.

Minor problem:

I have zero building skills.

Highly likely that my ark would immediately become a deluxe backyard planter box. 😅🛶🌱

On a serious note—God be with all the families affected by the floods and those who’ve lost loved ones. That part’s no joke. Heart and prayers out. 💛

💼🔥 Career Curveball Coming?

Here’s the third act twist, folks:

Federal budget cuts might yank my job right out from under me.

The notice is here, the odds are bad, and yet… I’m weirdly zen about it.

I mean, sure—we’ve got bills. And yeah, I’m not jazzed about starting over when I’m this close to retirement.

But here’s the vibe:

“Whatever happens, happens.”

It’s all in God’s hands.

And honestly, I trust Him more than I trust myself to steer this rickety life-raft. If the path shifts, so be it.

Faith > Fear. Always.

🌪️ Final Thoughts

Yeah, my rants are a three-ring circus:

Drooling over dental work? ✅

Ranting about Texas weather? ✅ Facing down job loss with rockstar faith? ✅

But that’s the ride, baby.

Messy, holy, hilarious, painful, divine.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

💥 PEACE OUT, BITCHES. 💥

— Saint Dirty Face

⚡ FAITH • DIRTY GRACE • IMPERFECTIONS MAKE THE MAN ⚡
IMPERFECT ON PURPOSE. SHARP-TONGUED BY DESIGN.
NSFW BY DIVINE ACCIDENT.