Teeth

I'm so totally into flossing right now.

Retarded Hipsters: Not Just for Williamsburg

Last night I met some friends at a bar, and at an appropriately late hour I saw one of my least favorite Madison fixtures, Mr. A.-the-sensitive-man-whore-who-is-attracted-to-"spirit"-and-also-tits(and who didn't mind his punky girlfriends underage back in the mid-90s) walk in wearing a t-shirt that said: "I Blogged Your Mom."

It had the Hobby Lobby iron-on letters on it. I almost punched him in the face.

(There's no specific persoal reason for disliking Mr. A., I just had to watch him skeeze my friends a little too often.)