I have a habit of buying books without actually reading them. Perhaps I just like the idea of possessing them, being surrounded by them, distantly hoping I can accumulate a library to rival Montaigne’s one day. I read at the dinner table. And probably at the breakfast and lunch table, too. I like contemporary lit & international soccer. I was reading this article about personal ads before writing this. 90% of my conversations start with the phrase, “I was reading this article…” Hope you’re poorly read, really dumb, and not sarcastic at all. Indolence is one of my favorite pastimes. Any Philadelphia college-age girls perusing this fine tumblr?