Usually on the first Monday of the month Jordan takes over and writes his own blog post. Well, it just feels like he didn't show up. Ideally, I'd like for him to show up every day, but since this is pretty much the only day of the month where he's actually required to do something, I'm wondering if I should put up fliers. Well, here's the best I can do, I suppose:
Male, approximately 5' 10"
Somewhere between the ages of 15 and 19, depending on his mood. Probably 15. I have pictured him as old as 35, however, so be on the lookout.
Caucasian, brown hair, brown eyes. Most likely wearing skinny jeans and a gray t-shirt.
Answers to: Jordan, Palmer, or "gorgeous"
Does not answer to: Jojo, no matter how many times I call him that.
Last seen here on September 1. Could be anywhere between his hometown of New York City and eastern Massachusetts, where I live. Or wherever it is that muses go. Is there a muse dimension where all the muses just hang out and laugh at us?
Can be lured with sweets. Just stick a cookie or cupcake in your window and he might show up.
If found, please hold hostage and let me know. He WILL try to trick you into letting him go, and will most likely be successful unless you wear earplugs. Or give him the whole batch of cookies.
Anyway, onto something else! I've been procrastinating forever and now it's the last day of the Shelfie Blogfest! Thanks to Tara Tyler and all of the awesome co-hosts for putting this together!
First off, let me say these shelves are a complete lie. It's not as bad as that sounds. I live in a studio apartment so there's not a lot of space. Most of my books are actually in boxes in a storage unit. The books I keep in my apartment are the ones I haven't read or have recently read, as well as my favorites. And all of my writing reference books. I also usually don't get the third shelf--it's home to my fiance's horror movie collection, but I cleared it out and organized all of my books so that they looked more presentable. :P Enjoy!
My sad three shelves. Yes, I own the DSM and a Geometry textbook.
Winner of worst spine goes to The Catcher in the Rye. Surprise--I have none.
And I originally wasn't going to do a true selfie shelfie because I hate pictures of myself, but I thought literally sticking a costar on the shelf would help me out. He seemed to enjoy it, except for the fact that this was the last picture after about thirty failures...