Adrift in a sea of words

[listersgirl]

I am surrounded by books. This is not a bad thing, except that I am not at my own house, but they are all my books, and therefore I'm going to have to drag them home somehow. I have library books, some of which I brought from home and some of which I picked up on the way. I have books that I bought a while ago, which I brought because I thought I didn't have enough library books to last me through the week. I have books that came in the box o' presents that finally arrived from my parents (via Amazon). And now I have books that were purchased today during the shopping trip with starfishchick (it was supposed to be for summer clothes, but we can't not look at secondhand books, too). Books!

I also have that belated birthday package from my parents, although it's at home, and not here where I can paw through everything delightedly. I love having the Amazon wishlist, because my parents just pick things randomly, usually things that interest them, too. So I ended up with a cookbook for greens, a book by Paul Feig, Eats, Shoots and Leaves, a CD of music by Jason Robert Brown, AbFab series 1-3, the Due South pilot, and something else that I'm forgetting. Not neccessarily the things I would have put at top priority, but I love them even so.

Plus, you know, presents. Always fun.

Comments

[protoainsley.livejournal.com]

*makes mental note: listersgirl likes presents*
*remembers meganberrieh is poor*
*sends listersgirl something anyway*

[listersgirl]

Dude, you're so sweet! You're making the rest of us look bad. :)

[protoainsley.livejournal.com]

Eh? Any sweet I have is ruboff from bumping shoulders with you guys (ie. Chickliterati LJer types). You guys really need to be more careful and like carry those lint rollers with you or something. Because, like, sugar.

Ooh, sugar!

*is totally distracted*

um, where was I again?

Oh, right. I am only as sweet as you have made me. Everyone has been so generous and inviting, and so patient with me and tolerant of me, and does an excellent job humoring me in my moods. So, yeah, it's totally only from rubbing shoulders with you.

Now if only some of the ruboff would spread to my mental thingee. It needs some food. I think the sugar is eating it.