Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Mr. Staresalot

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.


Miss Smartee Pants said...

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.

Carrie said...

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!