Used Floss

Flossing is one of the smallest but most consistently satisfying of life's pleasures. Scraping the sides of one's teeth, smoothing their rough edges, surveying the plaque and stray bits of food stuck to the used floss, occasionally catching a whiff of particularly rotten detritus flushed from your now sweet-smelling mouth, it's really a very satisfying process.

You might think of this blog as Outer Life's used floss. Or, this being a free country, you might not. You're bound to think whatever you want to think, so why don't you take a stab at this blogging thing and save me the trouble.