in my attempts to forgive myself for being the dumbest girl on the entire planet, i went to Barnes & Noble to spend the gift certificate BFK gave me. i needed to escape and books are always quite comforting to me.i think that’s kind of why i love my living room so much. it’s a little sanctuary. or rather it would be if i could ever find the perfect yellow ottoman to go with the sexxy red chair.

usually i avoid going into barnes & noble because it sends me into apoplectic fits. i get angry when i can’t find a book i want, because they don’t stock it. they don’t stock it because they’re too busy stocking all 384 books my Stephen King and all 103 books my John Grisham, beause heaven forbid someone not get their grisham/king fix when they need it because you can’t get their books at every grocery store or wal-mart in the fucking country.

but i avoided the aisles, and was not there with any purpose other than to browse. if you aren’t at B&N with a specific purchase in mind, life is much better.

and then there was the cute blonde guy with the nice shoes, he was an added bonus– even if he was wearing a wedding ring. i’ve decided some day i’m gonna date a bookstore manager so i can have sex in a bookstore, but that’s neither here nor there.

things went so well, because of the Minnetonka High School Summer Reading list. it made me happy to see ‘tonka high schoolers were going to spend the summer reading Fahrenheight 451, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and a bunch of other good books that i recognized and cannot remember.

also, though i haven’t completely forgiven myself for being the stupidest girl in the entire galaxy, i did get the latest issue of the new yorked, GlimmerTrain Summer 2005, and the latest All story.

couch, underpants, here i come!