I’m pissed. I literally just finished cutting out 4,528 different size letters from over 152 magazines so that I could send Kelly Bensimon an anonymous letter telling her that she was a no-good-liar for pretending that she really ran in the middle of New York City traffic. I just assumed when we witnessed that mess trotting in the last season of Real Housewives of New York City, that it was done strictly for camera purposes. Well, like my thoughts on Santa Claus being a transvestite door-to-door traveling knives salesman, I was wrong.
Like the rest of New Yorkers over the past few days, Kelly Bensimon decided to take advantage of the kick arse weather we’ve been having and jogging, right there, in the middle of traffic. If I were in a cab passing her I would slap her right on the ass and yell “Bethany staaahppp, Bethany staaaahhhhpp.” Hopefully this would grab her attention and then when she stopped and looked at me I would just yell, “Go to sleep! Go to sleeeeep!” Is it just me or does that scene from an upcoming episode of Real Housewives when Bethany yells at Kelly stuck in your head on a constant loop? Crickets, crickets, crickets. Well it’s stuck in mine. Oh, F you for judging me.