That man—the one who picks his nose with extraordinary enthusiasm—he is staring at me.
This is not wayward glancing. This is not darty peeping. This is full-frontal, unabashed ogling. Not a lustful gazing. Not a lecherous gaping. But a good, old-fashioned, turn-around-in-your-bus-seat-and-stare-at-the-girl-4-rows-behind-you gawping.
As if I were a car crash.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Mr. Staresalot
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2 comments:
It's been a little while since I've checked in here . . . and it makes me happy to see that the writing is as concise and funny and right on as ever. And if I were to have one complaint, it is that you don't post everyday.
Why, thank you! That is quite a compliment coming from you. As I've said before, I love reading your blog.
I started this blog to discipline myself by writing something every day. I was pretty proud of myself for a while there...
Feburary and early March was dedicated to putting the finishing touches on a show that I co-wrote, so I had to lay off the personal writing for a while. That show is finally in production, so I hope to write more regularly.
Thanks again for checking in!
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