anyways i wanted to blog about something the other day and now i forget what it was so here's this book i'm reading that my good pal erik lent me and he works at a bookstore and is generally hip and happening, with the exception of his "casual-wear" shoes, now resembling some horrible hybrid between sneakers and sandals, only worse than those gladiator sh-andal bootie WHATEVER things, so he probably knows what he's talking about:
i would tell you how it is but i'm currently only 26 pages in and i dont even think at least 8 of those are real pages.
apparently jonathan franzen dissed oprah when she picked it for her book club though and she got her panties in a knot over it so IT HAS TO BE GOOD, RIGHT? [does anyone even remember a million little pieces? worst. i knew the book was over when he talked about 'a fat otter with a paddle like tail' but failed to come to the conclusion that maybe what he was looking at was, i don't know, maybe A BEAVER.].
the back cover is even full of about a gazillion amazing reviews and franzen is looking quite stoic in his author photo. win?
and why is it so cold that i have to wear sweatpants to bed in the middle of summer and i can't feel my feets? does this mean i will still be able to play on my slip n' slide for my bday in january?!?? i can't wait!~!!!!
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