Reading Is Sexy

Come on everybody--repeat after me--"Where in the world is co-writer?" You see how she leaves us every weekend? I called her earlier and left a message to meet up by Target. I had to go buy a gift for my friend's daughter. We are having a slumber party tomorrow night. We are all staying at the Embassy Suites. Doesn't it sound special? I've never gone there and I've never had a slumber party. I was never allowed to sleep over anyone's house unless it was family. So this will be my first slumber party!! I'll tell you all about it!! Anyway, it's now four hours after I left her the message and she still hasn't called me. After I write this, I will call again. I worry about her! LOL I do.
So anyway, I made a my space page and guess what it's called??? My Tattered Pages! I know it was difficult to guess. And on my page, I say that reading is sexy! And it is!! At least I always thought so. And yea, some may think I'm a nerd but I really am just a proud bookworm.
When I was in high school, I wasn't as proud because it would've hurt my popularity!! LOL Seriously though, you all know it's true. If a girl liked to read, it was a good sign of intelligence and for whatever reason, the boys didn't want to hook-up with the smart girls. Now that I'm all grown up, I know why!!
Anyhow, I love books, pens, and purses/handbags. Not always in that order--it would depend on my mood and how much money I have to spend. LOL
I cannot go into a Walgreens or CVS and not glance by the school supplies section. Why? I have absolutely no idea. But I automatically gravitate there. I love pens in all colors and I love promotional pens. If I go into a business and they have a pen, I want one. It's one of my quirks.
I also cannot go into a mall without checking out their bookstore or drive by Route 3 in Clifton and not go into that huge Barnes & Noble store. It's beautiful. It has an escalator!!! And it's a book store. They have books and pens!! It's my heaven. LOL
I also have an addiction to purses. Yes, handbags. I love Coach bags followed by Gucci. I cannot, of course afford to buy a real one every week, so I resort to Canal Street knock-offs. And the occasional purse party. I have tons of them. And every time I am depressed, nothing perks me up more than a new purse, or a bright new pen, or a tattered old book.
Ok, so I am quirky. But isn't it sexy? Christmas is coming. You all know what to get me now.
Welcome again to My Tattered Pages!!