tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16776226.post113636838301603913..comments2024-01-03T04:55:00.675-08:00Comments on Letters to Marc Jacobs: Overheard in Stockholmemi gunerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09114047925830852894noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16776226.post-1137010076809385022006-01-11T12:07:00.000-08:002006-01-11T12:07:00.000-08:00Hi eI was at a dinner party seated near a friend w...Hi e<BR/><BR/>I was at a dinner party seated near a friend who I have NEVER heard speak in front of a group of people before. Just before dessert he leant over to his partner. I desperately craned over to hear what he would say. <BR/><BR/>He said "Wormwood".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16776226.post-1136370501229388692006-01-04T02:28:00.000-08:002006-01-04T02:28:00.000-08:00Yesterday, when I was standing in line at my local...Yesterday, when I was standing in line at my local sushi restaurant, I overheard a pretty absurd discussion. Three colleagues (not mine) were talking about a remote acquaintance who had left her man for another woman. The weird part was that the abandoned man and his ex-woman still lived together, with the new woman, which means that they are living in a sort of permanent threesome.<BR/><BR/>That is exactly the kind of overhearing that ensures that you are not able to continue reading the articles you were reading a minute ago.Per Mossebyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06315782158028478002noreply@blogger.com