On Witherspoon today, under the lovely white blooms of whatever those trees are, passed by the wife of a prominent local poet, a person whom I've met maybe 50 times over 6 years. A woman at one time known for dropping off her kids at my neighbor's house with no prior warning so she could go, for example, shopping. She walked right past, refusing eye contact.
What's up with that?
Are people really that oblivious?
Or do they just work hard to pretend?
In any case, I hope she's gotten over the insane jealousy which beset her when the launch of her passably-reviewed novel was completely overshadowed by the bestselling debut novel of Curtis Sittenfeld. I know that was hard.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Her'd on the street
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Tell that scabby snobby ho that your penis enlargement is no joke. She'll be on your jock begging to read your blog. Double true that.
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