As I was getting up to go (I'd imagine, given the precedent, with food--quite possibly and embarrassingly arugula--all over my face) wielding a backpack of my own weight, a man waiting on line to order his sandwich asked me if I was Phoebe, and if I have a blog.
I remember seeing a Charlie Rose interview with Rob Thomas, I think this one, where Charlie asked if Rob liked being the front man. To paraphrase Rob's response, "My drummer is in the same band as I am, does the same stuff I do, has just as much money as I do, and can still go to the grocery store."
I don't really think that my blog will ever get the amount of readership that I won't be able to go to the grocery store, but I don't really want random people whom I don't know saying wazzup when I'm trying to buy a sandwich either. Yeah, I'm a dick.
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One would think, in a place like NYC, it would take a bit more to be sighting-worthy. Ah, the Internet age...
Man...I just get weird emails from fat girls who send me pictures of themselves wearing space boots who want to "get to know me" better.
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