Most of the time, I like to think I am a nice, normal, Main Street type of gal.
The fact that I can hear you laughing is indication enough I am nowhere near Main Street. But at least I try. I bake my own cookies, I watch football, I take the bus. And I like it.
But every so often I'll find myself in a situation where there's no use pretending. To wit, I noticed last night as I was reading myself to sleep, in a Georgetown townhouse, where I live with my boyfriend, whom I met in private school, where I got the second of my advanced degrees, that we both were reading...Murakami.
Time to go break out the pearls.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
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Oooh, I love Murakami. Which one were you reading?
I was reading his running memoir, "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running." The Captain got me a copy for my birthday because, well, I'm about to run twenty-six miles and I need something to think about.
Laughed out loud... Am I still a liberal cliche if all I read these days is US Weekly?
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