TEXTS FROM JANE EYRE
I just finished Jane Eyre the other night. I'm not sure how I got around reading that 15 years ago, but I should have anyway. I read such crap when I was young and impressionable! Jesus, I'm surprised I'm not worse. If I ran out of things to read back then, I'd just take something off my dad or stepmom's shelves. That's how I first read Gone with the Wind. She told me it was too adult for me, and I said I'll be the judge of that, p.s., you're not my mom (although I like you better). Later, I accidentally read a grocery store class of romance novel, because the cover had a woman in a historic looking dress (the part that the Byronic Fabio had still dangling in his teeth), and probably developed some confusing ideas. Then I read some bad Dean Koontz novels about Hells Angels and killer blobs. I guess it's better than what I would have gotten from my mother's shelves. Autobiographies by Goldie Hawn or maybe Sally Field, and guides to Have Stronger Thighs in 30 Days!
So anyway. Texts from Jane Eyre.
IS IT YOUR SEXY COUSIN