I heard this on the way to class tonight and got a little misty. If this kid is going on 18, THAT means I’m…shit.
…before you know it I’m going to be driving an Iroc-Z, teasing my bangs, pouring myself into a pair of pleather hip huggers, and pretending that I’m not getting old.
Add this to my list of big news events that I’ve missed while in my little writer mode.
Kay Ryan, a poet compared to the likes of Emily Dickinson and (my personal fave) A.R. Ammons, has been named Poet Laureate. Woohoo!
I’m not one to read up on this stuff normally, but what gives with Nicole Kidman’s weight? I’m tempted to wager that the pregnancy was a hoax, a la Desperate Housewives. I mean, who in hell wears tight hip huggers and a mid-drift baring shirt two weeks after popping another human out of your body?
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