Do not judge a book by it's cover...especially The Shack, because if I would of known the Lord God Almighty came into form of an African [W]oman, I would of never turned down the 5'2 guy with slicked back hair trying to dance with me. But that hobby itself has lent itself credibility in the department of life skills. 1. I do not judge others merely because good dancers don't need to be good if their are cute. 2. I am now officially the best lip reader on earth. and 3. I can touch the floor with skinny jeans on which is characterized as flexibility. But I refrain and continue to my point. Books.

Reading has become a more common guest in my home recently. And I've realized that though my days know nothing besides calendar appointments and lecture notes, I choose to waste away my youth with lasses such as Jane Austen and lads like C. Lew and I can't help but wonder, how would it be to have such a presence answering "two packs of sugar please," when I clearly have only given them one to many because I'm so damn nervous they are drinking coffee with me. To enjoy the actual presence of a classic love in body form would be the day I stop wishing for more. My current obsession is love. My forever obsession is imaginative love.