Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Childhood jizz-splosion



My friend Alicia and I organized an Anne of Green Gables book club in honor of the 100 year anniversary of the book. All of my childhood dreams of being Canadian, the knack of making everyone love me, and discovering my true feelings for a hazel-eyed future doctor (almost too late!) have been re-awakened. I long for words like "slender," "tall," "ruddy" and "starry" to be applied to me. I yearn for red hair and seven freckles on my nose.

2008 isn't so bad, but I'd give it all up to be Anne! Oh well, I'll just have to take comfort in my husband's hazel eyes and re-reading all eight Anne books whenever I need a shot of youthful jizz.

2 comments:

wordnerdy said...

This is exactly why these books are so great--they made all of us feel that way! You totally nailed it.

pat said...

I once watched a whole MARATHON of Anne of Green Gables to get into a girls pants. Didn't work. And when we started making out I think she thought I was going to rape her.

We're still decent friends, she even texts me when she's lost in NYC.

What a sweetie.