Let's not even talk about the webpages I've visited. It's sad. What am I, Bridget Jones? Lust for Colin Firth aside, I think not. Ack. I just looked at the book display I created for this month: interior design. Christopher Lowell is leering at me from behind the glass doors of the display case. And if there is anyone with too much estrogen in their system, it's Christopher Lowell.
Yikes. I need to go watch CNN and do something with a drill.
I know I'm a girl, but this is outrageous. If I find myself going to the dieting or self-help sections of the library to do anything other than shelve, then I'll be forced to slap myself silly. It could get ugly.
