So this is a real blog, real time, real talk. I was thinking about not keeping one but considering that I need to keep my blood pressure low and I like talking about things to non-responsive third parties, I thought "What the hell, at least the shit I yell in traffic at passing motorists is funny, it could be sort of humorous on the Internet."
I like books. They are incredibly underrated in today's age. Go fuck yourself you Kindle-reading prick. I don't care about easier technology, I care about a warm piece of literature in my hand that I can smell, breathe in, spill coffee on and read over and over again until the pages get so bent and worn down that I know I know every word in the book. Books on the slab currently are:
1. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy
2. Summer Crossing by Truman Capote
Two completely different ends of the spectrum but whatever. Hardy is what happened to everyone before Lexapro; attention goth and emo children, put down your exact-o blades, you have met your match.
Capote is one of my favorite writers and the name of my blog is based off a quote that opens his last and unfinished novel, Answered Prayers. That book is acidic, raunchy as hell, and is probably the best bitch-slap he's ever given before his untimely death (what liver?). This one, however, claims to be his first novel and is all about a prissy uptown girl affair-ing with a nice Jewish boy under daddy's radar (now now honey, our club is restricted!).
I have high hopes for both. Expect a full report in about a week. This is just my "Hi, hello, I'm not dead yet" post.
All right, let's see how this blog thing turns out. Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space....
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