Me and Carrie Bradshaw May Be the Only Ones Left...With a Library Card That Is

When you are poor and jobless, you quickly find yourself succumbing to the confines of your home.

Your friends want to meet up for a drink? Sorry, my $4 bottle of Merlot from Total Wine is cheaper.

Your man-friend wants to catch a movie? Can’t. Too pricey. Plus there’s a great Tori Spelling Lifetime movie coming on in a few.

In essence, luxuries are trumped by necessities and the survivalist instinct kicks in to preserve your precious pennies and prevent you from being reduced to a Mayflower box on the corner.

(Or a van down by the river. You get the jist.)

Subsequently, one of those luxuries that I deem “necessity” has taken a bit of a makeover in these, my unemployed days. I can no longer afford to pore myself over the aisles of Barnes and Nobles. I am fiscally banished from the plush chairs of Borders.

Why, you may ask, can’t you just go look? You don’t have to buy anything.

Au contraire, my friend. You must not know me very well. You see, I have what they call a compulsive personality. That coupled with the inability to budget my money wisely and walk away from temptation leavse me with a crippling disability when surrounded by so many hard-backed, manuscripts of pure bliss.

But seeing as I could never part ways with the bookworm in me, I have rediscovered a childhood love. The tax payer’s most incremental contribution at work.

The public library.

Over the past few months I’ve made quite a few trips. Each time loading down my arms with more and more than the visit prior. Excited and giddy I make my way to the checkout where the assured virgin of a 42 year old librarian deigns to mock me for my conspicuous nerdiness.

I care not. For I embrace my inner geek. Rushing home to start the first of many ink splattered pages. Anticipating the delicious act of devouring them quickly with intrigue and slowly with savor.

It’s something I’ll always love. Here’s what I came away with on my most recent trip…

(from left to right)

Nineteen Minutes – Jodi Picoult

Chasing Harry Winston – Lauren Wisenberg

The Quest for the Holy Veil – Kimberly Llewellyn

Here Comes the Bride – Whitney Lyles

Gold Diggers – Tasmina Perry

Caught – Lori Foster

Pink Slip Party – Cara Lockwood

Do Me, Do My Roots – Eileen Rendahl

A Hollywood Ending – Robyn Sisman

Remember Me – Sophie Kinsella

I’ve already finished Chasing Harry Winston and Here Comes the Bride and I’m almost through with Nineteen Minutes now (which I HIGHLY recommend).

What are you reading now??

Purse Puke

Awhile back I got tagged by … ummm… someone…(sorry, I scoured my comments for a good 10 minutes looking and couldn’t find who it was. My bad. Crucify me.) to do the super nosy, super embarrassing purse invasion blog. So today, while I was complaining to the Boo about having no inspiration lately, I decided I could just dump the contents of my life on the floor and let you all see it.

So here it is…present from the Boo back in December.

And a view from the top. Yes, it’s a bit heavy but I like to be prepared. Plus I like to convince myself that I’m getting my workout for the day in by lugging this thing around everywhere. (See? That’s the delusional thinking he was referring to. I do it all the time.)

And here’s what’s inside.

From top to bottom, left to right:

First row: My spiffy new planner (I usually have much bigger, bulkier ones but this one is working just fine for now. Ya know considering I have no job, already graduated school and have next to zero friends, the little one suits me just fine. For now.) “Tulle Little, Tulle Late” by Kimberly Llewelyn (just one of the many new super girly books I snatched up at the library yesterday to get me out of my most recent funk.) My newest issue of Harper’s Bazaar that is pretty much COMPLETELY RUINED (stupid post office woman ripped the entire cover and first 5 pages trying to cram it into our mailbox. Whore.) A napkin note between the Boo and I. (We’re mature…as our illustrations can attest to.)

Second row: Aldo wallet from sister dearest, checkbook, pens and 1 pencil, Hall’s menthol cough drops (because I’m coming down with something ghastly. Hooray!) Germ-X hand sanitizer, Excedrin Migraine (because I’ve had a perpetual headache since I was 7 years old. No lie.) Eye drops (never mind the fact that the front label is completely ripped and defaced. I used to carry it with me in my apron at my old serving job. Ya know, for putting it in asshole’s drinks that give me attitude and piss me off my eyes. Duh.) Stupid death sticks. (I contemplated not even including these in the picture since I’m down to maybe 1 a week, but then I figured I wouldn’t be keepin it real so I threw em in there. Don’t judge me.)

Third row: Headphones for my iPod, aforementioned iPod, Blackberry Pearl, keys, Mary Kay lipgloss in Cream and Sugar, MAC lipgloss in Chai, 2 very used up, practically empty tubes of Bonne Belle Cappuccino lipgloss (Don’t even laugh. Everyone knows the cheap shit is where it’s at.) Chapstick medicated, a hair clip, Prada sunglasses.

Not pictured: The digital camera I took the pictures with (duh) and my lady products (no one wants to see that.)

Well there you have it. Now I tag anyone who wants to do it or needs some inspiration for a post (like me). Plus I’m a nosy creep and I want to see what you’re stashin’ in there.