25 February 2003

Sonya and I were at yet another Mardi Gras parade last night, hanging out with some people from Sonya's job. One of them was named Christie.

Some aging acid-wash chick went by and my nose curled up from a funky little smell I remembered from high school.

"Christie?" I said.


"You don't wear Exclamation, do you?"

"No. Why?"

"Why would anyone?" I ranted, "remember their commercials used to say 'make a statement without saying a word'? Yeah, the statement is 'I stink!' Why would any self-respecting twenty-first century woman wear Exclamation?"

I think it's stinky.