something weird happens when you write a weekly column.
let’s just say that the giant head above might not be very far from the truth.
the slightest amount of feedback and suddenly, I have this urge to ‘weigh in’ on every topic, as if the whole of Columbus is waiting breathlessly to hear what ‘Lyndsey Teter says,’ if you will.
Bill? Ya with me? Anybody? Bueller?
I have been recognized a few times — once at a bar (you were there – remember?!), once in the produce section of giant eagle and a third time earlier this week at a starbucks in UA. Damn paparazzis.
I hate column writers. It is very rare that anyone has a new, engaging line of thought. No one cares what i have to say. I realize this. It’s just, like, a Mind Freak. I was going to talk about current events, but. Maybe I, too, will start dating an illusionist. Maybe at the last minute I’ll trade the form-flatternig corset for the bikini.
I am going to regret this later.
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