Excelsior, fellow book lovers!
Sometimes I wonder why my books haven't asked for my parents' blessings yet.
You don't need to know who I am. Only that I like things. Like books. I am also a bookseller, which is why my hands are so dry to the point of them peeling off like snake-skin.
This blog is meant to be as ridiculous and funny as it is serious. I love books, reviewing them, discussing them, and analyzing them, but I'm also a fan of awesome things that make me laugh.
This does not include cheesy romantic comedies or lemon-flavoured candies. These are neither laugh-worthy (usually) or awesomely yummy (ick).
Friday, 17 February 2012
This made me really sad. Especially because the ad I saw said “now YOU can have your own Edward”. Ew.
What has the world come to? Why can’t we just keep our fantasies in our head and create them for free? Rather than letting someone else create our fantasies for us and insert our names in it? It’s like being sold a used condom or something.
Edit: AND I just went through the descriptors. There is no option for skinny, overweight, plump, etc. You’re just not allowed to be anything but attractive or within the slim to a little extra curvy range. D:
