1. mixed bags

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    The other day I went to my most favorite used bookstore looking for gems and was over the moon to discover that he had both seasons one and two of Gossip Girl for only twenty dollars each. Only twenty dollars, which obviously means practically free. And seriously, free Gossip Girl?! Sign me up.

    But then I found a copy of On the Road that I don’t already own, Kerouac’s original scroll version, which also contained about half a book full of interesting intros and essays.

    Sophie’s Choice much?! I was torn. After much pacing and wandering and muttering to myself I eventually returned to the cash.

    ‘Ok,’ I said with a big sigh. “I am getting this book. Unfortunately that means that I have to show restraint and only buy ONE season of Gossip Girl.”

    He looked at me solemnly for a long moment, clearly appreciating the weight of my predicament, then nodded. “Your father would be proud.”

    So true Bookstore Man.  So true.

    T.G. once affectionately referred to Friend as a ‘mixed bag’ when she went from talking about the unfortunate commercialism of the Christmas season to gushing over the holiday window displays at Holt’s in the same breath.

    I guess this means that I am a ‘mixed bag’ too. While I’d like to think that being this diverse and complex (see what I did there?) is just part of being a girl, I can also accept that it could be why I’m single.

    Whatever. I have season two of Gossip girl and Kerouac. Clearly I win.

    - e.k.

     

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