Wednesday, November 9, 2005

You ever notice how some people smell of a particular magazine, like they're carrying the odor of Architectural Digest or Modern Bride? I was sitting next to this woman on the train this evening, and she reeked of Us Weekly. The smell of bronzer and three-month-old collagen injections. But then she took out her reading material — turned out it was an In Touch Weekly. So that'll teach me not to judge people.