SOUTH OF THE BORDER, WEST OF THE SUN
Just finished this book by Murakami. If anyone wants to discuss..let me know..because my feelings about it are a confused mess of envelopes and strange diseases
Just finished this book by Murakami. If anyone wants to discuss..let me know..because my feelings about it are a confused mess of envelopes and strange diseases
You know that Atmosphere song, Dirty Girl? “I love you like a rap kid loves breaks.. Dirty, dirty, you’re such a dirty girl”? Well I think it should be rewritten about me with the word ‘thirsty’ instead of ‘dirty’. Those who know me intimately have long made fun of how much I fucking drink (no I’m not trying to be a tool here - I mean non-alcoholic beverages). I seem to be CONSTANTLY thirsty. I think I may just be permanently dehydrated. I’m only posting about this because yesterday I noticed that it was 1 PM and I had already drank a large bottle of Tropicana orange juice, two thermoses filled with tea, a styrofoam cup of coffee, and a water bottle - and I was still “that girl who has to leave the class to fill up her water bottle because she’s that thirsty”.
Also, I just finished reading Jude the Obscure, the last of Thomas Hardy’s novels. As Victorian literature goes, it wasn’t my favorite, but I love Victorian literature, so I still enjoyed it. It has pretty dark and oppressive vibes, and you never feel fulfilled, because nobody is ever happy. I wouldn’t recommend it to casual beach readers. At all.