Okay, seriously, what the fuck is up with books telling you the ending...ON THE BACK COVER.
I read the back cover to get a general idea of what the book is about, not to find out the stupid fucking ending!
The Oxford edition of Anna Karenina does this, as does the Penguin edition of Bellow's Ravelstein. Seriously, FUCK YOU publishers. And fire the morons that write the stupid back cover copy.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A question
How does a person meet new people? Like boys. For making out. (And for the record, I'm not soliciting.)
See, I meet "new" people (half of whom I'm pretty sure I've met before but it was too dark and I was too drunk to remember), mostly in bars, almost always when fueled by alcohol. And the problem is, see, that I go to the same bars. Other new people go to the same bars too, so none of us are new, we are all old and uninterested. And I like the people I know, but I don't want to make out with anymore of them.
This being the case where does one meet new people? And no, I will not meet men over the internet. In Superbad, Seth Rogan and that other guy from SNL said to go to pumpkin patches and farmer's markets, but I don't like doing things during the day.
Maybe I'll just move out west and chart some new territory. I may lose a bet, but at least I'll be in the sunshine.
See, I meet "new" people (half of whom I'm pretty sure I've met before but it was too dark and I was too drunk to remember), mostly in bars, almost always when fueled by alcohol. And the problem is, see, that I go to the same bars. Other new people go to the same bars too, so none of us are new, we are all old and uninterested. And I like the people I know, but I don't want to make out with anymore of them.
This being the case where does one meet new people? And no, I will not meet men over the internet. In Superbad, Seth Rogan and that other guy from SNL said to go to pumpkin patches and farmer's markets, but I don't like doing things during the day.
Maybe I'll just move out west and chart some new territory. I may lose a bet, but at least I'll be in the sunshine.
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