musings of a bookworm.

I'm a reader. Call it a curse. Call it a hobby. Whatever you do, don't call me. I'm reading. I'm currently in between a mess of books, mostly of different genres and mostly entirely different from one another. I pride my life on variety I suppose. I will usually unmark the book the most brightens my day during a particular hour or mood. As of lately, Chelsea Handler has done the job most appropriately....and I quote:

"I learned early on about redheads and how they were prone to melanoma. I wasn't about to invest in my first Cabbage Patch doll, only to lose her years later to cancer. Plus, I had a young childhood friend named Farrah Linklater, and her whole family had red hair. It was thick, unruly red hair that would inevitably end up in one of the dishes they served at dinner. I was sure of this. They were like a tribe, an Indian tribe who took up weapons against other single-hair-colored families. Red hair was always suspicious to me, like something made out of flammable synthetic fibers. Redheads are a minority and the more consolidated they become, the greater the danger. The only thing I could imagine more suspicious than a regular redhead was a black redhead, but I knew that whatever company was in charge of Cabbage Patch dolls was not nearly progressive enough to throw that at the marketplace."
-Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang

Happy reading to all.
xoxo.
Morgan

The Faces of Freddy Spaghetti

Frederick may be the most animated person I know. Here's a few faces from the last month or so :]