Apparently I am only capable of living my life at extremes. Last week was the pretend-I'm-21-and-have-extra-livers-on-hand lifestyle. Don't get me wrong: zero regrets and from what I recall I had a blast.
This week? I am curling up with a book I had to special reserve from the library. Let me explain: my library did not have this book on hand, so I TOOK THE TIME TO FILL OUT A SPECIAL FORM TO HAVE IT BROUGHT IN JUST FOR ME. Hello, I am reaching new levels of NERD. And I'm OK with that. I did look for it at my favorite bookstore, but it wasn't in stock. Plus, I'm trying reduce the amount of "stuff" I own. Books are pretty great, but after lugging boxes of them up and down stairs during my moves, I am thinking that the library is my new best friend. If I absolutely LOVE something and cannot live without it, then I'll buy it.
As long as we're talking about what a dork I am, I must admit that I really love libraries. One of my dream jobs* is to be a librarian. If I can manage to keep my voice at a quiet volume, I think I'd be really good at it. I could wear my glasses and rock the sexy librarian look: pencil skirts and knee-high boots or sling back heels, maybe some red lipstick. Plus, you know, literacy is cool and all that.
*Another dream job? Solid Gold Dancer. See? Extremes.
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