The Beautiful Kind

Get this. I made a new friend online at goodreads. Goodreads is a hot website for book sluts like me - you can list and rate books, review them, see what other people are reading, and chat up like-minded people all over the world (for instance, I want to be friends with ANYONE who hated the book A Child Called It). It’s like being an amateur librarian.

Anyway so my new friend F is awesome and here’s an example. You know how every review of The Jungle is someone whining, “I’ll never eat a hamburger again!” which is a response I like, but it’s a little cliche and the declaration usually lasts about a week.

Here was F’s review of the book: “Poorly written, but incredibly effective. I’ll never be able to rape a Lithuanian girl again. ”

I’m pretty sure he won’t go back on his word with this one. Not only is F sensitive (or at least humorous), but he also turned me on to LUSH bath bombs. I didn’t even know we had a LUSH store in St. Louis, and I was curious enough to brave the Galleria. Hot damn, it turns out I’m a bath slut, too. It’s kindof weird to pay $6 a bomb and drop it in a tub and watch it dissolve like a huge Alka-Seltzer and then flush it down the drain, but I’ve spent my money on weirder things (like women’s magazines, shmancy cocktails and fantasy rape porn).

The bombs have wild ingredients in them like seaweed (mermaid bath), honey (bee bath), tiny silver stars (night sky bath), and confetti (party slut bath). It’s fun to watch the water turn color and for the fragrance to permeate everything and to slosh around in the odd bits. It’s also fun to find little silver stars in your hair later on.

Note: I have yet to take a LUSH bath and read at the same time. That might just send me over the edge.