||[Jul. 15th, 2005|09:24 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
So what happens is this. My father and I have lunch today. He mentions that he's enjoying his new book. I mention that I'm waiting for tonight so I can go pick up the new book about that kid with the glasses. He said "You aren't just going to wait for a library copy?" |
I said "Of course not. I'm going to want to keep it."
"But, the place is going to be crawling with kids, and you'll have to wait up until midnight. And if you wait it'll go on sale."
And here's the thing. I'm a grown-up. Fight it though I may. I pay my bills, I keep my nose clean, I (mostly) get my oil changed on time. That means I can go drop my hard-earned money on a book that I know will make me happy if that's what I choose to do. That's the wonder of being a grown-up. Except now I'm torn. I turn to you.
So.. what shall we do tonight boys and girls
OMG go get the book you silly bint.
Melly, it's been a hellof a week. Just go to bed.
Are you joking? That's forty minutes away. What.. are you gonna dress up too? Dork.
Melly. Why don't you go watch the deleted scenes from Finding Neverland and get it in the morning like the civilized world.
You know that joy of curling up with a really good book and just burying yourself in it? Yeah. Go get the book.