April 10, 2003
for some reason my mind won’t focus when it comes to books. i’ll sit down to read something that doesn’t have to do with casual sex, british girlfriends or nicknaming your bedmates and my mind wanders into the threshold of obscurity. but when i lazily peruse the columns of people magazine or the latest pink covered novel i got at the supermarket i’m like a buddhist zen master, i can watch tv, prepare dinner, talk on the phone, paint my nails and read an entire book in the span of “peoples court”. its a symptom of my 21st century blues.