Eat Me.

I am rich in literature once again. The Nest and I went to a homeschool convention where--joy of all joys!--there was Used Book Sale. And for the next hour, I was transported into cheap-printed heaven.

I am filled with glorious feelings.

And YAY people won't forget me! You know those Hello My Name Is tags? I wrote IRRELEVANT, and two people laughed (at me? with me?). It was worth it.

During the car ride there, I was deliriously happy and couldn't stop grinning. Also I talked to one saleslady who complimented my articularity. It made me feel special. :B
(That was a toothy smiley.)

AND (conjunctions will rule the literary world someday) I found myself envying the owner of a certain representative's eye-crinkles.
I am IN AGONY when I see Crinkles.

In fact, I fall in love with every man who has them.
But then I change my mind like a girl changes clothes regarding love, anyhoo, so WHATEV, YO.

The triumphant attitude has carried over from yesterday's late-night ramblings, which I thought it wouldn't, so WHOOP!!

Also!

STACY and CLINTON.

At nine, TLC. I love their snobby humor. I giggle in throes when they fling the poor lady's clothes at the other end of the room or sashay in front of the mirror mockingly and make snobby jokes about the (often trashy) shirt and (hideously hooker-esque) jeans.

As I watch What Not to Wear, I laugh along with them (sheepishly) and at them, as well.

That show is certainly what one could call a Guilty Pleasure (capitalization will also someday rule the world).

AND I WILL INDULGE THIS EVENING, HIP HIP HOORAY.