I've got a stack of magazines on my bed here that I really need to read through. I can't, however, find the time or inclination to sit and take care of it. The stack itself is about five inches high, and includes three months of Vanity Fair, an In Style, and several mail-in catalogs and parenting magazines. Even tonight, right now, I'd rather blog, read the Internets and watch Gladiator, then sort through this small mountain of paper ads, articles and images. I think it's because the mountain is so large, than I seem to fear it. I hate being afraid of magazines. They're so pretty.
Tuesday, October 28
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I've got a stack of magazines on my bed here that I really need to read through. I can't, however, find the time or inclination to sit and take care of it. The stack itself is about five inches high, and includes three months of Vanity Fair, an In Style, and several mail-in catalogs and parenting magazines. Even tonight, right now, I'd rather blog, read the Internets and watch Gladiator, then sort through this small mountain of paper ads, articles and images. I think it's because the mountain is so large, than I seem to fear it. I hate being afraid of magazines. They're so pretty.
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