wonderblah
I should
be writing a test right now. But it’s a hot Saturday afternoon, and so I
instead spend my energy mooning over John Mayer.
And I am
never getting over the way he sings
‘Damn
baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes’.
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes’.
Read
Jhumpa Lahiri’s Unaccustomed Earth. How on Earth she managed to win the
Pulitzer still beats me. But anyhoo, I read the book knowing the fact that her
previous short stories I read were, for a lack of better word, crap. On my
defence, I should add that my office library only had that one book under
Fiction.
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