Laughing, crying, and literary merit
Now that my fear of the draft has been assuaged by both Chrisisharcore and Mr. Saxby Chambliss himself (or a minion thereof) I am free to devote my time to other matters.
Such as:
I just finished Atonement by Ian McEwan and it has completely restored by faith in the Great British Novel.
I am smitten.
Today I babysat and the children were absolute heathens. Honestly, the Terrible Two is a piece of cake next to his Fearsome Five brother. I connect with toddlers. I understand them. Preschoolers I just don't get sometimes.
I have to wait until my good-for-nothing boyfriend gets back into town before I can see the new Harry Potter movie, but let the record show that otherwise I would have been the first in line to see it.
It's technically my fault, but how could I have known that a such literary snob could get so enthused in such a short time?
(The phrases "good-for-nothing" and "literary snob" may be more a testament to my jealous nature over boyfriendly vacations than actual fact, but that’s what one gets for running off to a conference in which free books fall like manna from heaven and not shoving me in a carry-on.)
However I did see Raising Helen and thought it was top notch. I laughed, I cried, and I watched with incredulity as the main character managed to find a three bedroom apartment in Queens for $1,200 a month. Seems sort of fishy to me.
Er, yes.
Such as:
I just finished Atonement by Ian McEwan and it has completely restored by faith in the Great British Novel.
I am smitten.
Today I babysat and the children were absolute heathens. Honestly, the Terrible Two is a piece of cake next to his Fearsome Five brother. I connect with toddlers. I understand them. Preschoolers I just don't get sometimes.
I have to wait until my good-for-nothing boyfriend gets back into town before I can see the new Harry Potter movie, but let the record show that otherwise I would have been the first in line to see it.
It's technically my fault, but how could I have known that a such literary snob could get so enthused in such a short time?
(The phrases "good-for-nothing" and "literary snob" may be more a testament to my jealous nature over boyfriendly vacations than actual fact, but that’s what one gets for running off to a conference in which free books fall like manna from heaven and not shoving me in a carry-on.)
However I did see Raising Helen and thought it was top notch. I laughed, I cried, and I watched with incredulity as the main character managed to find a three bedroom apartment in Queens for $1,200 a month. Seems sort of fishy to me.
Er, yes.