Libros: Dead Travel Fast

Reading now: Dead Travel Fast by Eric Nuzum

I've been hunting down this book for MONTHS...literally hunting. I've approached countless booksellers at my local book establishments, my fangs bared and pupils dilated, asking why this book was no longer within reach of my claws.

Finally, FINALLY...after obtaining my first pair of contact lenses, I decided to reward myself with an iced coffee and a new book. Admittedly, I felt less bookish without my black-rimmed glasses, but I applied extra mascara so that my new eyes would still feel sheltered by at least one extra protective layer.

I found this book and hmm'd and haaa'd about whether I should spend the money, tossing it from one hand to the other and dropping my coffee because you can't catch a book when you're already holding a large cold coffee. I recovered from my blunder and remembered, hey, I don't have to spend money. I will just buy now and pay later, when I finally have a great job!

Perhaps to someone who was not familiar with this title, it would look like I was buying a book about the occult with intentions of becoming intimate with its ideals. The sales person at the register made an awkward crack about Count Chocula being a great vampire, and being quite caught off guard (probably due to the loss of my smart glasses) felt compelled to defend the book. In a tight voice and with my arms waving I squeaked something about it being a humor-clad cultural study of the international fascination with vampire lore and lifestyle and hoo and haa and whee baa boo. I was also walking away from the register, waving a vampire book in my arms and feeling temporarily blinded without my glasses the remembering I had tiny lenses on my eye balls that let me see and when it all hit me I made a run for it.

It all ended well because once I got into my car, I put on sunglasses comfortably for the first time, relishing the fact that I wasn't hiding my bulky lenses underneath and looking like a damn fool. I still ended up looking like a fool. But...I had a new book, new eyes, and a cold coffee bubbling inside me. All ended well.


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liquified organs and oral ooze

Ah, la premier post de la blog.

About books I'm reading/want to read/have read/afraid to read/shmeed shmeed shmeed. About nights out and nights in and the hours in between. About food I make and shouldn't eat and the food I eat but shouldn't make. (???)

A place for me to abuse the availability of online journals, whether or not anyone ends up seeing it.

I'm going to feel it out...see what evolves. For now I'll try and post about things encountered in the Boston area and within my own cultural sphere (which isn't very large considering I'm finished with school and technically unemployed and single). So really, this will chronicle the encounters of someone in my situation. An educated, unemployed, single, poor, bored, but hopeful, lady of the century.