Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. - Cyril Connolly
Sunday, July 16, 2006
A Kid at Heart
Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store yesterday (6 people deep, and I'm standing behind a Buddhist nun in saffron robes, and two trannies having an argument over which sugar free gum to buy. The tranny with the largest Adam's apple won. I love Baltimore.) Anyway, only three of nine checkout lines in this store are ever staffed and it's taking forever. I'm perusing the magazine rack of tabloids (Suri - is she an alien?), and the usual assortment of decorating mags and fashion mags featuring anorexic teens (you know, just once, I'd like to browse a copy of the Economist while I'm standing there, but sadly, no), when I see this magazine cover:
And with a sudden stab of recognition (or horror - I'm not sure which), I suddenly realize that this is my exact same set of sheets and linens in MY bedroom! Of course, I have lavender gauze curtains tying the theme together, and a Danish teak bedroom set, but still.....
