My friend Ben Trivett took this awesome photo of me this weekend.
If this doesn’t scream bookoisseur, I don’t know what does.
Fuck. It’s only Thursday.
I always knew there was a little bit of Peggy in my soul.
Me reading at 1am:
Okay I'm gonna stop after this paragraph.
Okay after this one.
Okay, I'm done. No more..... Well... there's only seven more pages in this chapter, I might as well finish...
WHAT?! OMG I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT CHAPTER ENDED THAT WAY!! .... okay let me just start this chapter...
Okay, I'm gonna stop after this paragraph.
when it comes to reading i’m either reading 400 pages a day or taking a month to read 200 there is no inbetween
This is what I look like after traveling almost 2 hours from Manhattan (and watching throngs of people on the verge of riot), after drinking almost 2 ridiculously strong margaritas, and after eating a 2 person portion of guacamole that was portioned in half for me.
Basically, I’m tired and trying to figure out the coolest way to ask my roommate if I can watch the X Factor results show in 45 minutes.
You’re hilarious. I’m only finishing this episode and then going to my room to write.