Did you ever fixate on a small, yet inordinately annoying little thing, even though you knew it wasn’t important? I wrote one up one of these annoyances as a “Dope of the Day” post for my Funny not Slutty* gig. (I hope your pet peeve isn’t 40-something writers who use hippie vernacular, otherwise I’m screwed.)
Anyway, tell me what you think.
* Not that there’s anything wrong with being both, mind you, but I signed a contract and am subject to random STD tests.**