Love Life, Hate Kittens

I read. A lot. No, I’m not saying that in a ‘cool’ way where girls proclaim they like to read and say ‘oh i’m such a nerd.’ In no way is my reading habit endearing or do I think of myself as a nerd (way too cute). Self proclaimed titles are not whoa.

I read out of habit. Out of the sheer fact that I constantly need to be reading something. I got banned from the library because I would always return books crinkled and damp. Yes, I read books in the shower. Not like in the bathroom on the counter but holding a book with one hand while showering. Not pimpin’ I know. In fact, it’s something I’ve done as a child and it’s hard for me to break away from it. I know this is odd to some people and not charming during one night stands so I resort to reading the back of shampoo and soap bottles.

The thing my mom hates is that when I drive alone I read. WHILE DRIVING. Not just flipping through a magazine but reading novels going 65/mph on the fwy. I know. I’m sorry in advance.

I can’t buy books from the bookstore because I read them all the same day and force my friends or my mom to go return them. What?! Books are expensive :-/

I don’t even have to read new material. I read the same books over and over again. Why? Same reason I can watch movies and shows I’ve seen repeatedly. I like to know how things end.

Or if you want to be succinct, my friend calls it neurotic.

And I’m happy to announce that I found my new crack house. I recently found a One Dollar Bookstore next to Albertson’s (chicken), CVS (booze), and Yogiyo (froyo!) on Venice in Culver City.

They have a big selection and I can get 20 bucks for the price of two if I was at Border’s. Ba dow.

Please avoid the Asian girl in the swerving black Explorer.

8985 Venice Blvd

Los Angeles, 90034

(310) 280-386