Wednesday, August 31, 2011

My Life as a Book 2011


So, I was lacking a little inspiration for writing my next entry until I saw Jenn aka Picky Girl's post about My Life as a Book, which was originally conceived by Elyse at PCN (Pop Culture Nerd).

All you do is fill in the blanks with book titles. So get on it!

One time at band camp I went about Saving Fish from Drowning. (Amy Tan)

 I was supposed to play the clarinet? I'm always up for a good exercise in absurdity.

Weekends at my house are Where the Stress Falls. (Susan Sontag)

Five females and hormones gone wild. You can only imagine...


My neighbor is the Banana Republican. (Eric Rauchway)

Seriously. He still has a W sign on his SUV. I'm sure he's still pissed about integration and all that shit...

My boss is The Terror of Living. (Urban Waite)

You'd know what I meant if you met him...

The ex is The One That I Want. (Allison Winn Scotch)

Wait. Did I just say that? No, what I meant was he was A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. (Dave Eggers) We'll leave it at that.

My superhero secret identity is Domestic Violet. (Matthew Norman)

Because I can cut you off at the knees with devastating accuracy and a couple razor sharp words. And then I'll stress about what life really means and what's the point of it all while I write furiously and hope to get some damned validation.

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry cause it's The Lunatic Express over here. (Carl Hoffman)

See below.

I'd win a gold medal in A First Rate Madness. (Nassir Ghaemi)

I should probably be on meds. But I wouldn't know what to do with all that sanity...

I'd pay good money for A Hundred Secret Senses....because really, basic observations escape my notice. I never see the truth till it knocks me in the windpipe. (Amy Tan)

If I were president, I would Go To Sleep. (Helen Walsh)

Classic depressive. Why bother trying to save the world when you could get in a little nap?

When I don't have good books I ask Does A Bear Shit in the Woods? (Caroline Taggart)

...because what else is there to do? Work? Nah. Conversation with other human beings...pshaw! Nope, I'd consume myself with inanities and mindless meandering...

Loud talkers in the movies should Lie Down in Darkness.....

Because who knew misery and immobilization better than Styron?