The Haze of Twilight

OK, so I gave in and started reading the Twilight series. I'm totally enamoured with it. The girl I borrowed the books from admitted that she was in love with a vampire and I'm afraid that I have fallen under the same spell. I borrowed Twilight and New Moon and read them this weekend. I called her today and she said to swing by this afternoon to pick up the other two. How sad and pathetic is it that this afternoon sounds too far away.

I'm going to be totally useless around here for the rest of the week.

5 comments:

Punk said...

Oh? Is it hazy in here? I hadn't noticed. Ooh, a werewolf... sweet...

bella said...

oh man you are too funny. Only you would think it was sweet to run into a werewolf.

Punk said...

I know, right? I'm odd.

*scampers after that werewolf*

bella said...

I hope you don't get a hairball from kissing a werewolf, or straight up killed. That would be bad. Who would comment on my blog then?

Punk said...

My leftover husband, of course. He'll be angry at the werewolves and will have nowhere else to vent his rage.

Duh.