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2006-01-05 06:20:25 ET
Picked up another copy of the Pratchett/Gaiman masterpiece that is "Good Omens" the other day--the last copy was somewhere around as old as I am, and didn't withstand two generations of children (not to mention 2 generations of readers) all that well, it being a paperback and all. So now I have a pretty, pristine copy all to myself, which is wonderful but also a bit weird: books are like shoes, you know? They're always vaguely uncomfortable until they've been broken in. The first pages need to be ruffled, the glue of the spine cracked a bit, and the pages stained with the first few batches of fingerprints before it stops smelling of bookstore and gets that inexplicably comfortable smell of old paper.
Can you tell I love to read?
That smell is, actually, one of the only reasons I even visit churches, and helps me feel comfortable in them, too. The sanctuary always carries the scent of bibles and hymnals, held for years and years and passed through hundreds of hands until they gather a sort of life of their own. The pages begin to feel like leaves; all thin and wispy and soft, like my grandmother's skin when I was a kid.
One other thing I have accomplished while shopping is, amazingly enough, to procure myself not one but two shelves in my kitchen full of my favorites: one shelf full of indian food (sans the dreaded curried super-sperm, Claw. Everyone else, don't ask. Just don't ever eat curried bean sprouts around me, please, or I may asphyxiate,) and one shelf full of Leeloo-Style junk food: trail mix, sesame sticks, squash seeds, granola, and soy milk. Also the aforementioned plantains, which I love.
This is at complete odds with the rest of the kitchen, which is filled with pizza and fried food, but at least it's a start.
I think it's totally unfair having to try to eat well when stuck in a house with someone who, essentially, has no lower intestine.
Rawr.
My tomato juice is kicking the crap out of his soda in the fridge as we speak.
Health food lovers represent! ..m/
In other news: WoW still owns my soul, Claw is the best quest buddy a girl could have, and D-Bag's a pansytwat for playing Alliance. That is all.
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