Let’s say my job has taken a turn for the more…creative and I am currently in need of a panda costume. For a work event. Or, at least, I could do with a panda mask. Any suggestions or previous Halloween costumes I could borrow out there?
On a completely different topic, my sister-in-law has become obsessed with romance novels, and has recently convinced me to read one. It felt very much like a King Sized Milky Way bar for my brain. It had no redeeming nutritional or literary value whatsoever, in fact, I perhaps feel slightly lazier for having digested it, but dear God it felt so good going down. I had no idea such an abundance of soft core porn had its own section in Borders! How did I miss out on this genre in my angsty, honry teenage years? This seriously could have saved me a lot of lame poetry-writing. Or perhaps induced more dirty poetry. I don’t know. Either way, the world would have been better off.
I feel so unfaithful to my book club. I think I am supposed to be reading some Pulitzer Prize-winning Icelandic author right now. Instead I am snorting literary crack in the back alley where commas are poured liberally and without structure, like powder on a mirror.
It just tastes so sweet.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
8 comments:
That's how I felt when I read the last Grisham novel. Pure, cheesy fun.
Any suggestions then? Maybe I should start indulging too!;P
Sometimes you just need some empty calories. Besides, as i read on someone's blog, women who read romance novels have more sex!
You're terrible. I'm pretending that I didn't read this. What would our lit profs say?
I was lucky, my Momma had all the romance novels. My friends and I read them all to get over the horrible crap they made us read in school.
In college I worked at Walgreens for a while and read from their collection of romance novels every day in the breakroom. I think I read like 10 of them that summer :D
I have no idea where to get a panda costume, but I hope you post pictures. =)
Are you too embarassed to tell us it's Twilight?
Post a Comment