I bet you guys thought I was going to talk about that 50 Shades of Grey book by the title of this post, eh? But I haven't read that book for a few reasons. One being that I forget to read books. I'm pretty sure that my brain is going to turn to mush by age 35. All I'll be able to recite will be the poetry and prose of gossip websites and fashion magazines. The other day I told my mother that I was going to sign up for a library card and she encouraged me by saying "they have magazines, too." After searching for a comeback, I looked up from my iPad and over to my stack of magazines and realized I had no defense. Sad story, true story.