How badly do I want this shirt? Answer: a lot.
I saved the deadly sin of lust for last, mostly because I have no idea what to write about it. I've gone the celebrity route much too recently, so that's out. And I could, ostensibly, write about someone I have a crush on, but unfortunately that's no one at the moment. Which, in some ways, is even more depressing than unrequited love. I dunno, maybe it's sort of a tie.
Also, I spend a lot of time on this blog complaining about my love life. What more could you possibly need to know?
If I can find a dude who can enjoy this book un-ironically, I don't care if he has no arms or legs, I will marry him.