Until this morning, when I learned of the existence of Kate Middleton, I didn’t know where the term paparazzi came from. It came from the name of a photographer in Fellini’s La Dolce Vita who was in turn named after a school chum whose nickname was Paparazzo – “Mosquito”.
Kate Middleton is somebody or other’s girlfriend, and as far as I know, she doesn’t have a blog. She doesn’t have to, with half the scurvy press outside her door.
I really miss Keith. Kate is absent, no call. Paul’s on his way home, hopefully to get something like enough sleep. My first counselling session is tonight, immediately followed by a Simplicity meetup that nobody seems to want to attend. Honestly, that was the stupidest $75 I ever tossed at a community; I would have been way better off donating the money to the church, and I would have gotten a freakin’ tax receipt, toooo.
