She was waiting for inspiration to write a book.

That person is such a dick.

One particular gown stood out: a sleeveless white silk sheath with an elaborate print ($3,400) that said, “I am Basquiat in hell, forced to endure a Sisyphean nursery school where I trace my hand and paint multilegged monster turkeys and get an F, forever.

We muſt pray for them unſatisfiedly, not content with anything elſe, nor without excellent degrees of them.