Yesterday was talking to Publishing Chick about how neither of us collect anything. No special animal figurines, no great art. We collect interesting friends. I had to bring this up upon discovering that Chick's ex-roommate is wanted by the police. They came looking for the old roommate after she left the scene of the accident, and Chick had to try and provide a physical description and list possible whereabouts. This was after hearing about her boyfriend, the tempramental author who she discovered was cheating on her by reading his blog. So sneaky.
The close friend we both share is away this weekend at church revival camp, introducing her new boyfriend to her family. She met said boyfriend (Fed Ex) at a wedding where she cheated on her fiance. So the wedding is now off and Fed Ex is hoping to transfer to CO. My friends have fabulous taste in books and awful taste in men. I'm sure I'll have to meet these guys at dinner parties and pretend not to know about their cheating hearts.
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