I hated For Whom the Bell Tolls so much I couldn't finish it, despite generally really liking Hemingway. I mean, the female love interest is basically just BAMBI as a human. A stumbly weak little creature with little hair who just needs a big strong man to help her find her way after her GANG RAPE WTF. Fuck you, Hemingway and your bullshit Hemingway Stand-In.

Also the five pages of a Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius that I forced myself through might've been the worst five pages of my life.

Finally, Lolita. Sorry, Nabokov I get your deal here, but this is fucking creepy.

I tweeted that someone in the comments on that Gawker Privilege Brackets thing said "Jezebellian extremists" and a follower replied, "not very XTREME extremists huh."

I forgot to put the period in front of my response, which was "They are the heelies to my epic snowboard jump at the X Games." I will REGRET THIS FOREVERRR

(I am @sp0ka on twitter)

This is basically me. This is me. Everyone else actually has been doing cool things, but now I am 27 and it is Too Late to be That Person.

Everybody knew the whole time, and had cool tattoos. and I slide in the door with a party hat like HEEEEEYYYY and everyone is asleep.