Bookstore TherapyHave you ever been in a bookstore and just wanted to cry? Not, necessarily, because anything is the matter at that exact moment, but just because it seems like a good idea at the time. My therapist says it's a good idea to let our emotions out instead of keeping them locked-up tight, so what better place to let loose than a bookstore?Of course, the problem then becomes that everyone and their middle-school kid want to know what's wrong
so I simply suspected I'd have to find something to cry about before doing so, just so as not to make the already-a-scene too awkward for the average book-buyer. Could you just imagine? "Why are you crying, Ma'am?" "I don't know
" Like, shoot me now.However, then there is also the aftermath to consider, if you are any sort of decent person that is. How am I affecting these people's lives? What sort of story will they go home with after a trip to Barnes & Nobel, intending on just picking up their child's summer reading copy of Wuthering Heigh
Just My TypeYour body reminds me of Garamond, With curves in all the right places.Like Papyrus or Comic Sans, Your smile is the most contagious of cases.Like that of Didot and Bodoni You have a French pedigree with an Italian flair,As though crafting the fabled Doves You always act with care.In bed you are curious as Gill Sans, If I may be so Britishly bold,Though you remind me more of Cooper Black; Always friendly, never cold.You are my Past, Present and Futura, I will forever me true,And just like Helvetica You're perfect; I love you.
When Intending PermanenceWhen one intends "permanence",one must write it witha well-crafted ampersand.