Imperial Bedrooms

Guess who got an advance reader copy of Bret Easton Ellis new book. Hint: It's me!

Seriously, this is the only perk of working at the bookstore (outside of the discount, but in all honesty I don't buy too books anymore. The library has become my friend). And I am ready to finish this thing, it's so good and classic Ellis.

I began my morning at 6:30, so that I could get ready for another hair day with a friend from work. We like our hair days. Of course we wanted to get to the hairdresser before a crowd formed and by 10 o'clock we were camped out in the salon patiently awaiting Nicole who just may be the best damn hair stylist ever!

Afterwards, I had to make my way back to the bookstore to say goodbye to my friend whose last day at work is well...today. It wasn't easy, I hate saying goodbye. I don't know why we have to do them. But I liked this guy a lot. He was one of the first people I actually befriended at work. His leaving hurts worse than anyone else's departure. I know soon, that the dynamic at work will change drastically. May is fast approaching, which means a bunch of people will be graduating and heading home. The few that will remain don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. And then you have me, stuck in the crossroad.

A fresh crop of 'newly graduated from college' ' I won't be here long' kids will replace old faces, and this depresses me. And now motherfucking Ry (my nickname for him) is leaving. I can't stomach it. So I said my goodbye to him in the break room and then he gave me a bear hug and promised that he would come and visit.

As I was leaving I saw an advance reader copy of Imperial Bedrooms (Bret. Easton.Ellis!!!!) and I immediately grabbed it for my reading pleasure. This time last year, I had finally forced myself to read Less Than Zero and I love it. I then proceeded to read The Informers (my favorite novel by him so far) and Rules of Attraction. Some people get him, some people don't...but for reason, unknown to even me, he has become one of my favorite authors to read.

Anyway, now I'm home. I have to go to work from 10-6 tomorrow and I can almost bet my favorite manager will be there for all of her passive aggressive managerial skills. I need to get out of this place. I applied to a job yesterday that I of course have hopes for but cannot get to excited about until I hear something back.

I'm just ready for things to be different already. As everyone moves on and progresses, I continue to feel left behind and incomplete. I hate that feeling and I don't know how to make it any better.

Now time for some Imperial Bedrooms, where my life can never get as bad as the drug addicted, self indulgent teens growing up to be drug addicted, self indulgent adults. Now that's my type of novel.