today i did something i'd been sort of talking about for a while; destroyed my copy of new moon for being shit. emma was there to take photographic evidence. actually i sort of did it by accident, and though "fuck it, lets rip it proper!" i feel a little bad for doing it because it was a christmas present from carl's brother, one i had actually picked myself (the pickings were very slim for the 3 for 2 offer in waterstones. it was either that or russell brand's booky wook. i wish i'd gone for russell's book. what i really wanted was 'let the right one in' or a cook book but those were not in the deal. boo!) i could have taken it to a charity shop but i didn't want to inflict its shitness on any other poor soul. even if the proceeds were going to charity. but you know what. i'm gonna keep the destroyed book. to remind me to write better than that, or something. i should be able to manage that.