There are a few things in life i've regretted immediately after doing it. The most recent one :
I went out this evening and bought myself a copy of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.
( I had actually intended to pick up a copy of Sons and Lovers by DH Lawrence. )
This book - The Alchemist is probably in the top 3 shittiest books i've ever read ( including porn ).
And i am so pissed off with myself because i read the whole piece of crap all the while thinking : "it just might get better now", and it never did.
I wasted my whole eve reading this shit, and so here i am venting.
Trouble is, anal-retentive jerk that i am; as soon as i got home from the bookstore i promptly proceeded to write " Self, Hyd, 23Nov04" on the top right of the first page. ( Like i'll ever want to remember this day ).
Which the guys at Odyssey are not going to be happy about, and will most likely not refund my money or give me a swap. ( Unless i rip that page out ).
Damn that MF Paulo Cornholio........
Current Mood: Angry
Current Music: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
