The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. Not bad at all so far.
Ain't gonna taste no poisoned tea. Nuh uh.
I tried to revisit the various Star Trek series recently, and I was shocked at how dull and plodding I found them to be. I didn't always feel this...
I lurch between two extremes in life, mind numbing boredom and it's-all-too-much stress. Ugh.
I'm thinking that thinking is overrated. I think. I could be wrong.
Did the Christmas shopping months ago. Who needs the hassle of navigating crowds of obnoxious zombies pushing prams into the back of your legs all...
I think it's fast becoming one of mine. I'm glad my friend recommended it. She has good taste.
I'm feeling ambivalent, but this too shall pass.
Thanks, Emerlas. Truth be told, I have trouble remembering the name of my site too!
Oh. Rainbows. Flowers. And stuff.
Time for another post so I won't suck.
Well rested. It's been a rewarding sabbatical. (Pity I didn't get paid for it but.)
I'm okay. Just life got in the way is all. Stupid life. (No no no! Come back, life! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!)
I'm halfway through The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. It's an entertaining read.
I shall do your bidding, master...
Boo. And stuff. Pass the tea.
I'm sorry to read this, Woe. You have my condolences. :(
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