cavities and clown feet

I'm craving chocolate today.
This is alarming because I don't like candy at all, least of all chocolate.
I would even go as far as saying I hate chocolate.
So I'm not quite sure what that's about.

I have to get 2 cavities filled on April 3rd.
Let me just say, I'm scared to death.
I'm not afraid of the dentist at all, and when I was in highschool I did the whole braces thing. I even had to get 6 teeth pulled. So I've been through the dentist adventure. My mouth has been pulled at, had metal forced on and then metal forcibly ripped off, rubber bands, stretchers, spacers, retainers, pokes, prodes, the works.
But when I have to get a cavity filled...forget it. I'm a freaking mess.
Maybe it's the drilling that's the trick.
Maybe it's subconscious.
That's just dumb if it is though. Cause then I don't have very much control over it because your subconscious doesn't listen very well.

And here's the question...I hate candy so why do I have 2 cavities?

Oh cruel, cruel world. The irony. The horror.

Also, if I were Asian, apparently I would have clown feet.