True Blood obsessed
“Once more an idler, now he smothers/The emptiness that plagued his soul/By making his the thoughts of others/A laudable and worthy goal.”
I forgot how much I adore Eugene Onegin.
Enjoying mint lavendar tea at cafe pedlar in cobble hill. I think this is my favorite neighborhood in Bklyn.
Wanting to have a John Hughes marathon.
RT @bookbench Looking for the perfect book of aphorisms to tuck into your back pocket? http://bit.ly/4c4aQK
RT @FSG_Books Novel Advice: The Best Cafés for Writing via Michael Idov and Grub Street. http://bit.ly/3glrUs
I’m sure that there was a better book published in 2005 than Twilight. I’m quite disturbed at the moment. http://bit.ly/XLAQ4
Watched Blonde Venus at BAM. Disapponted in Marlene Dietrich, but not by the way light plays on her bone structure.
Bitten by creepy looking mosquito while waiting for Robyn outside of Blue Marble. Mosquitos are the bane of my existence this summer.
All I want to do is read. Sadly, my body really wants me to sleep.
And excited for my friend’s new experiment: Reading In Bars With Boys: http://ribwb.wordpress.com/
Off to Park Slope for Vietnamese sandwiches and Rach-time.
Reading Elif Batuman’s adventures with Russian novels at 9th Street Espresso
Drunk bowling at Gutter with @noneck
