Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect?
May. 25th, 2011 11:58 am~~~It's Towel Day!~~~
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the book, not the abysmal, horrid, really bad and quite awful movie) changed my life in about 16 meaningful ways, among them - first serious boyfriend, first serious fling, first non-serious fling, second, third, and fourth non-serious flings (that was a busy summer). It also got me the only A+++ I ever received at university, so the the Type-A girl who lives inside my slacker-self loves it even more. I have probably read it fifty times. I will probably read it fifty more - it is my go-to 'I've had enough of reading this pretentious crap' book; it is the printed equivalent of chocolate ice cream with Hershey's syrup (from the can, not the squeeze bottle), mashed potatoes, tea and cinnamon toast, and any other comfort food you could name.
When people say they don't get, I genuinely feel bad for them.
And, yeah, of course I know where my towel is.
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the book, not the abysmal, horrid, really bad and quite awful movie) changed my life in about 16 meaningful ways, among them - first serious boyfriend, first serious fling, first non-serious fling, second, third, and fourth non-serious flings (that was a busy summer). It also got me the only A+++ I ever received at university, so the the Type-A girl who lives inside my slacker-self loves it even more. I have probably read it fifty times. I will probably read it fifty more - it is my go-to 'I've had enough of reading this pretentious crap' book; it is the printed equivalent of chocolate ice cream with Hershey's syrup (from the can, not the squeeze bottle), mashed potatoes, tea and cinnamon toast, and any other comfort food you could name.
When people say they don't get, I genuinely feel bad for them.
And, yeah, of course I know where my towel is.