Dreams Can Come True

Last week I had one of those classic teeth falling out dreams, which I never have. The weird part was that my molar and bottom left wisdom tooth (the only one I've had extracted) came out attached to a jawbone made of tightly packed potting soil. It seemed so real because I could even smell the fresh dirt.

Monday teeth

Though pretty good facsimiles, these are not my real front teeth.

Sunday teeth

Yesterday, Sunday, they looked like this. Yes, I'm wearing the same sweater again.

Saturday teeth

Saturday was no better. Probably worse.

Friday night was a horror–only click if enjoy the grotesque.

Bruised

If a doctor (the kind on TV who would ask probing questions–not my actual doctor, who doesn't) took a look at me in a hospital gown, she would think I was being abused. Both knees, […]

2014

I got appropriately drunk on New Year's Eve, so much so that I took a genuine mirror selfie, no camera phone flip screen because those always turn out 50% more ugly. Why is that, by […]

Soft Serve

I don't think Stephen Malkmus looks like a lesbian but he couldn't go without comment considering that he is an aging indie due and his band has a new song called, "Cinnamon and Lesbians." I […]