My Books Are Haunted. Or Cursed.

Current Theme Song (aka what's playing on my ipod right now): Ghostbusters Theme. (yes I picked this one, but seriously, dudes).



I never in a million trillion and a half years expected this. My prize is cursed. Sure, when I nicknamed it the "book booty" I was referring to it being pirate treasure, because well, that's awesome, but I never thought it would go all Curse-of-the-Black-Pearl on me. *cue Hans Zimmer music* Meg didn't email me yesterday. I want to give this prize to you. I REALLLLLLY want to give this to you. Can I tell you how much I want to send this on its merry way? Like, a lot. A lot a lot. (and not this kind of alot).




(Any who don't get the reference, please refer yourself to Hyperbole and a Half and enjoy a newfound form of hilarity).



So Meg, you have until 5:00 PM EST time today before I pick a new winner, and this time I swear it's going to be the first one to put a comment down (in a new post. Don't worry, I'll tell you when/if the frenzy is going to begin. Easy guys, down). So yeah... I'm living with a cursed pile of books. Who knew? I wonder if I put them under the moonlight if they'll go all zombieified. I'm so testing that out tonight. *rubs hands together gleefully*