Airport Reading

The Dive From Clausen’s Pier is actually a pretty good book so far in an “oh hey that just made my commute go by really fast” kind of way, if you can ignore the fact that it was made into a Lifetime movie starring Mona from The Adventures of Pete and Pete. However, I just got to page 159 and have been totally and completely hung up, as if I was a ten-year-old-boy, by the use of the word buttock.

Like, singular.

Actually, the exact phrase she uses is “each hand was full of buttock,” and I’m sorry, but SERIOUSLY WHY DOESN’T LIFETIME WANT TO BUY THE RIGHTS TO MY NOVEL, I WOULD NEVER SAY SOMETHING SO GROSS.

Man, the level of discourse on this blog has really plummeted, huh? Remember when I used to talk about, like, all that baking I did?

I’m going on vacation tomorrow. I’m going to try to think of intelligent, genteel topics for us to explore together upon my return. Don’t fill your hands with anyone’s buttock while I’m gone.