Nope, I don't care if you like to read or not. So if you were going to a.) tell me I was gay for asking who liked to read; or b.) talk about how well-read you are; ...either leave or read my story.
A couple hours ago, 2 AM was rolling around. I am having an insomnia night-- and beyond 2 AM there is never much to do other than read. I left the book I was currently reading at someone's house. So I mosey around looking for a book. Find one, an old favorite. Make some tea. March up to my room. Put on some Lou Reed. Dim the lights. Get comfy in my bed. Open up my book. Flip to the foreword (got nothing but love for Walter Kronkite) As I start reading I notice... there is a bunch of BUGS on my stomach. I don't like bugs. HOP out of bed. Scream a little bit. rid the bugs off my bed. WHERE ARE THESE COMING FROM?? So I start to rip the linens from my bed. I pick up my book and go to set it on my night stand. A BUNCH OF BUGS FLOOD OUT! I shake it out and I have about 20 little bugs on my floor. Most dead, some alive. (gross) and I open up the book... small holes and tunnels have been hallowed out and then occupied by these bugs! I check the bookself. No bug infestations, a little dusty but clean nonetheless. Check the books on the same shelves, none of them have this problem. What are these beasts!? Why do they want to live in my musty old books!?
So in conclusion- book worms do exist. I will be going through all of my books tomorrow and investigating, and RAIDing everything. I think I'm going to lay off the reading for at least tonight, at least infomercials don't physically attack you.
-Lauren
Lauren and Ella: together changing teenaged boys lives since 2001.
THE FIST OF FURY
Fistin' Mad Bitches!
This is one voice not to forget:
'Fight every fight like you can win;
An iron-fisted champion,
An iron-willed fuck up.'
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