I spent most of Mother's Day in bed reading Zone One, a zombie novel by Colson Whitehead. It was a perfect day. So, of course, I felt compelled to inform my legion of Twitter followers. If each of my followers gave me a penny, I'd have enough to buy two Snickers bars. But not at the Chevron down the street. I'd have to buy them at Aldi, the discount grocery store, where Snickers bars are only 69 cents.
Anyway, I just saw that Colson Whitehead tweeted me back. This totally made my afternoon because I have a big ol' writer's crush on Colson. The man is a master at crafting sentences.
Clearly, I crush on men with brains. Maybe this is why I am so zombie-obsessed. I crave brains.
Last night, I hate-watched the season premiere of The Bachelorette. I decided a better name for that show would be Parade of Douchebags. Most of the men seem desperately dull. And I can tell the whole season is going to be all about saving poor, sweet Emily whose first true love died in a plane crash. Reality TV should be renamed Hyperbole TV.
I might play a drinking game during which I take a shot every time one of these dullards says that Emily "deserves" love. I will destroy my liver within the hour.
Sure, the men are all conventionally attractive with a low percentage of body fat, but meh. You can show me your ripped abs all damn day, but if you're not saying something interesting, what is the point?
Anyway, here's my cheap thrill for the day.
Friday's Random Thoughts