The other day I had an interaction like "oh hey, inev, have you met our new roommate? She is a small, friendly, curly haired social activist who will chat you up for like an hour about South American history." Between her and her also gorgeous roommates, it is like there is a magnet on my dick heart and their house is north.
This lady just called me up with a feeble pretext for conversation and then asked if I want to hang out this weekend. I think we're getting a drink somewhere after work. Umm.
Meanwhile my new bike lights came and they are absurdly bright. I don't know if STL bikers have wimpy lights, or other cities are more crowded so you need a brighter light, or what. I just read some articles and looked for the most bang for my buck. At this point anyone who hits me from behind must be so drunk they think the guy with the flashing lights is extra points. My front light is so bright that everyone said "whoa!" when I turned it on, on the lowest setting.
Paul, are bad teeth zero-to-hero kryptonite, or hero-to-zero?