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There's always just something about driving past the Washington Monument in a short skirt and a state of inebriation that makes me want to grin (um, not that I was driving and inebriated, btw; stuffed into the back seat with three friends, however, yes).
Still kind of inebriated (went dancing in order to celebrate a housemate's birthday), but in pajamas now, and I would like to share with you all the fact that, earlier in the day, I bought nine books for thirty dollars.
The used book store in the town where I grew up is absolutely amazing. My purchases, let me show you them:
The Idiot
The Devils (Dostoevsky FTW)
Sanctuary and Requiem for a Nun (one volume)
The Mabinogion
Heartbreak House, Loyalties, Private Lives, A Man for all Seasons, The Chalk Garden, The Knack (one volume, Twentieth Century British Drama)
Salome (gorgeous version with all the Aubrey Beardsley illustrations)
H.I.D. (Hess is Dead) (Howard Brenton, play I haven't read and will probably end up giving to La Actriz, since WWII + theatre = right up her alley)
Incest (Marquis de Sade; don't tell LJ)
Pledged: The Secret Life of Sororities (heard mixed reviews about this; my inner anthropologist got intrigued)
I think I have about thirty-nine blisters. But OMG SHOES. Srsly. My shoes are so much cuter than, like, your mom, and everything in the history of the universe.
Yeah, yeah...disregard my superficial side, plz...soon I'll be back and doing productive things like writing porn about middle-aged men. Sometimes I wonder just what's wrong with me.
(House + Wilson + butt plugs, y/n?)
Still kind of inebriated (went dancing in order to celebrate a housemate's birthday), but in pajamas now, and I would like to share with you all the fact that, earlier in the day, I bought nine books for thirty dollars.
The used book store in the town where I grew up is absolutely amazing. My purchases, let me show you them:
The Idiot
The Devils (Dostoevsky FTW)
Sanctuary and Requiem for a Nun (one volume)
The Mabinogion
Heartbreak House, Loyalties, Private Lives, A Man for all Seasons, The Chalk Garden, The Knack (one volume, Twentieth Century British Drama)
Salome (gorgeous version with all the Aubrey Beardsley illustrations)
H.I.D. (Hess is Dead) (Howard Brenton, play I haven't read and will probably end up giving to La Actriz, since WWII + theatre = right up her alley)
Incest (Marquis de Sade; don't tell LJ)
Pledged: The Secret Life of Sororities (heard mixed reviews about this; my inner anthropologist got intrigued)
I think I have about thirty-nine blisters. But OMG SHOES. Srsly. My shoes are so much cuter than, like, your mom, and everything in the history of the universe.
Yeah, yeah...disregard my superficial side, plz...soon I'll be back and doing productive things like writing porn about middle-aged men. Sometimes I wonder just what's wrong with me.
(House + Wilson + butt plugs, y/n?)
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Sorry about your blisters, but yay for shoes!
And yay for books. I'm ignorant, and haven't heard of any of those titles, due to the fact that none were written by Stephen King. :D
Of course, with two little kids, most of my reading consists of stories about bunnies and puppies and Scooby-doo. And, of course, late night computer porn. YAY FOR PRON!!
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Also, coincidentally, I just finished reading the other book by the woman who wrote Pledged--the one about overachieving high-schoolers. I don't think she's a very good writer, but it was an interesting portrait anyway.
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Yeah, I've heard similar things about Alexandra Robbins, but it was a cheap book and my to-read list is long, so...