To my dearest darling readers:
Lemme break it down for you: Koontz, Kunitz, Kubrick. No, I'm not conjugating a Latin verb; I'm talking about Dean Koontz, popular fiction writer, Stanley Kunitz, poet, and Stanley Kubrick, filmmaker. Confusing, isn't it?
You see, the other day my boyfriend and I were discussing Kunitz. More accurately, my boyfriend was discussing Kunitz and I was discussing Koontz. "Lauren," my boyfriend said, "I can see how you might confuse Stanley Kunitz and Stanley Kubrick, but how could you possibly confuse Stanley Kunitz and Dean Koontz?" I could tell my boyfriend was annoyed because he recently started doing this thing where he only addresses me by name when he's about to reprimand me. For example: "Lauren, stop pouting. I beat you at mini golf. Deal with it." So now whenever he says my name I just sort of tune out.
Anyway. I have no idea what made my boyfriend think I would know who this Kunitz guy is. Sometimes it's like he doesn't even know me, like when I'm about to buy a first class Amtrak ticket from Boston to New York and he says to me, "Why don't you take the Fung Wah Bus?" And then I just have to say to him, "Hi. I'm Lauren. Have we met?"
Hope this prevents any further confusion.
Love,
Lauren
