i have this love/hate thing with the summer. love it because its all sunny and warm and bright. girls have ditched all their winter overcoats for light strappy things. patios, beaches, beer, bbqs, all the usual great things about summer. hate it because it means allergy season and boy does that suck. normally whatever i’m allergic to seems to be at its worst during april but for some reason yesterday turned out to be a particularly heinous attack.
so i ditched work so i could go home and stuff toilet paper up my nose. just call me “plugs”. well when you’re in as much discomfort as i was and have difficulty breathing due to mucousy blockages, sleep doesn’t really come easily so i had to find ways to occupy my time.
nothing was on tv, i was all internet-ed out and all the books in my possession worth reading have been read at least twice. so i turned to the girlfriends collection. mostly shopping and fashion books but she did have two actual works of fiction. memoirs of a geisha and the devil wears prada. i decided on the latter since she was still reading memoirs. i think i grew breasts by the time i was finished the book.
(what you wanted a book review? pfft. go pick up a new yorker or something)

I have more than two non-fashion-related books! pffftttt…….