Now here's a site that made me glad I'd reshelved my books to look at least a tiny bit cooler -- some horizontal, some vertical, you see -- but still.
My bookshelves are not poems.
In which I attempt to commit every blogging sin: writing incessantly about local trivia, sex, religion, and boring personal memories; giving unsolicited advice; offending all who read through crass assumptions. The works.
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That second shot reminds me of Christopher's bookshelves in his office. Books cramped every which way, however they'd fit.
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