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A Love Affair Only a Geek Would Understand

Ever since I could remember, I have LOVED books. Not only reading them, but the smell of the paper. Especially old ones. Whenever I find a quirky little used bookstore, the first thing I do when I walk in is take a deep breath. I guess that's why whenever I move to a new city, one of the first things I do is get a library card. That way I can go at my leisure and stay for hours absorbing good literature and taking in the smell of all the old books and paper.

Seriously, folks, the smell of paper is an addiction for me. I suppose it has to be a certain kind of paper. You know...aged really well or just a nice crisp clean smell. Also, if I'm in the library the books that have gotten the most "love" make my heart glad because not only does that mean people actually read but that it will inevitably smell like heaven. *Unless it's grossly misused and abused by people who don't respect any sort of literature*

Also, another love of mine is anything crafty. So when I stumbled upon this L I N K this afternoon, my geeky heart just about exploded with glee. Designer paper goods. I love it. I collect thank you cards intending to send them to random people, but sometimes I just can't bare to part with them. Mostly because of the print...and the smell.

*sigh* I know I'm weird. Taking in this sort of papery goodness can only be taken in moderation. Due to allergies, I last somewhere in the range of 2 hours before my eyes get goopy and itchy. Anyway, take in the papery goodness. I'm sure your heart will be delighted. :)

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