‘You are stunning, intelligent and funny. And what is she? Married, that’s all’
Vintage SATC.
As is my new outfit that just arrived in the mail from Chelsea Market.
Not that anyone has ever made fun of my “matchy matchy” clothes or looked down their nose calling me a “shallow shopaholic.”
No they told all their friends they don’t make fun of me … on the same platforms where they *checks notes* make fun of me.
They also make fun of my “blog that nobody reads.”
But they sure do bitch to their somehow thousand followers when by their own admission they are my only reader “to drive up visits so she doesn’t feel so alone.”
I hope you hit every red light for the rest of your life. And that you think of me hitting every green light I ever encounter.
“That green light. I want it.”
I am sure they take credit for an itinerary I planned when i was avoiding them like the plague they are.
Like I didn’t go to college with future Broadway geeks. Like I don’t have a friend A who works at Hilton and books employee rooms in Hell’s Kitchen and sees every show. Like M isn’t my NYC spiritual adviser.
Like I said on the socials, I don’t know what this person wants.
But it isn’t theirs to have even if it’s mine to give.