Browsing a bookstore is my most favorite activity–that and a record shop, of course. But who knew a typical Wednesday night in Trident could have been so invigorating. Color me smitten–with glorious glossy colored literary journals, and fellow mysterious yet witty book sluts.
Yesterday, Mackenzie (who brilliantly dressed herself as Russell Brand for Halloween time this year) and I tried to descend on Bazaar Bizarre to check out all the great crafters’ wares, but instead, we were shut out. What’s that you say? Yes, we descended on the Castle around 4ish and found, much to our annoyance, aContinue reading “Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast? So says Mr. Wilde.”