Sep 07, 2005 16:44
Coin operated boy--
Sitting on the shelf, he is just a toy.
But I turn him on, and he comes to life:
Automatic joy.
That is why I want--a coin operated boy.
Who could ever ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore...
Squee.
Also picked up Lost in the Funhouse at the bookstore this afternoon. This has happened before: last year I sat there among books & shoppers & Codi and read the eponymous story. Re-read, 'cause my eleventh grade English teacher had said it to us aloud one slow day. Mostly I remembered the phrase "scrotum-tightening" and the titters that had ensued. Anyway, I just read "Title"--funny, since I'd just heard "Title of the Song" for the first time yesterday. So. Now I count Barth among the timesinks and sinkholes and wholesale timewasting that hem around the path of collegiate righteousness.
Eagerly awaiting a weekend full of promise & pies of all sizes.