A Sham of a Post

  So, I started reading this book called Nine Stories, which is nine short stories by J.D Salinger, and I'm liking it so far. I read a bit of Franny and Zooey and didn't like it, so I had sworn off of any Salinger except for Catcher in the Rye. But this book is good. I've only read the first story, and it's about a severely depressed man who kills himself after he is rejected by a little girl who he tries to reach out to. It was pretty tragic, but I enjoyed the way it was written and the way the characters came off. It was sort of sweet, even though he killed himself in the end.
  The thing is, guys, I'm really not in the mood to write tonight. I haven't been reading much because of rehearsals and homework get in the way, besides my rereading of Lolita (76% finished!!!) and that book by the Broadway station DJ, which was not mentally stimulating or worth a discussion. Basically, some gay guys hooked up and then put on a Broadway show. So I haven't got much to talk about. I feel really inadequate just posting this...but...I will. Here's a present.

Look at him. Look at that. He's just so beautiful I can't even stand it.