I am a dirty Goodreads whore. A dirty, dirty, Goodreads whore.
The Goodreads server has been down for several hours now, and if I don’t get a fix soon, I am going to start having DTs (Delirium Tremens). I just need to write a little review, and maybe check out what’s happening in a couple of groups. That’s all, I swear!
If only I could see all of those little thumbnail cover images, just for a second! I promise I won’t lick my computer screen when I see a particularly drool-worthy torso on a cover…well, I won’t do it again, anyway.
I NEED a socially acceptable site where I can stare at beautiful, shirtless men, and objectify them under the auspices of professional networking! You can’t do that just anywhere, you know!
I am a dirty Goodreads whore. I wonder when the hallucinations are going to start…
Instead of snake or spider hallucinations, I am afraid that I might be attacked by comma splices or (God forbid) hanging participles. Hanging participles are nasty bitches…
Then again, maybe I shouldn’t worry too much about hanging participles or their classier cousin, the dangling modifier. They’re all about objects and I’m pretty sure I’m a subject.
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT GOODREADS?!?
Well, I guess I could go work on the second book in my series. Yeah, that’s probably much safer than offering up gratuitous sex for a Goodreads fix. Okay, well, I’m off then…good talk.