For about a month or two now I have had difficulty finding the right book to fit my mood. I felt easily bored or distracted by everything I started. My distractibility bothers the hell of me. I feel like I have ADD or ADHD.
Marilyn French finally saved me. This is the third Marilyn French novel I've read. I think I will now refer to her as my favorite author. Her books are very feminist but very realistic. I was thinking last night that she is like Mary J. Blige in novel form. I like feminism that is more realistic; that acknowledges that it is okay to have insecurities or get hurt by men. It makes more sense. She also has at least one non-fiction book on feminism that I need to read.
Speaking of feminism there are Ani Difranco concert ticket adds on facebook, but she is not coming to San Francisco. :(
O'Shaunessy is not in the office today. I kind of miss his loud bay area rap, his shoeless feet on his desk, and his intelligent, convincing way of talking to clients. He is a much better counselor than I am. He has a way of convincing people that his ideas were really theirs. He is a true salesman. I am not. I am a good listener but I want people to draw their own conclusions. People are way to fucking stubborn sometimes, but whatever I can be really stubborn too.
It is Thursday, I am excited that tomorrow is Friday. I bought the new Nas album last night. Check, check, check it out. He wanted to name the album N***er to and initiate discussion on it's meaning, but people didn't allow it. whateva.
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