So It Goes

Through the magic of the New Facebook (now with scrubbing bubbles!) I learned that a college classmate of mine had a tiny part on Gossip Girl tonight. She looked incredible and, of course, I spent an hour reading her blog, scanning the paragraphs that detailed her world travels and non-speaking roles on police dramas while I defrosted a pair of Mezozoic-era Eggos for dinner.

Morrissey’s right. We hate it when our friends become successful, even when—or especially when—success means that they discovered the warp zone to a level of happiness that we have yet to reach. Although seeing your name scroll through a set of closing credits probably doesn’t hurt either.

You see, it should’ve been me
It could’ve been me
Everybody knows
Everybody says so