don't care about drugs. not in the least. but i do care about a crazy sheriff who runs around in blond wigs and claims that marijuana killed his bff. (via)
also. i didn't realize we needed another book about gushing. i kind of thought are you there god its me margaret covered everything i ever really needed to know. thanks.
and, i have been considering moving to dc since last may. maybe not for the 6 reasons listed here. but still, they are valid points. (ps: i would like to point out. as someone who is blessed with a mix of both a southern and a baltimore accent, i like them. i get to say y'all AND warshington. and i don't feel guilty about it one bit.)
update: on second thought, i think i will most likely purchase the period book. if only so i can place it on my coffee table and then watch with glee as unsuspecting guests pick it up and begin to read it. i love awkward moments.
ps: um, also kind of creepy. people who bought my little red book on amazon also bought dewey: the small-town library cat who touched the world. i guess i'm not the only librarian obsessed with bodily functions? what?
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