i've been hiding trashy romance novels all around my work, in boxes of lids, in coffee packets, in the freezer, and so on. it has taken them a month and more than fifteen novels to start wondering, is this a joke?



in two weeks i'm outta ohio and there's going to be a crescendo of books. in the baker's cooler. in the meat locker. in the box of hats. with the frozen chocolate chip cookies.




is somebody willing to mail one to my place of work from a location somewhere outside of ohio? or to fax the image of a trashy cover?