Otherwise known as: Books my roommate thinks are the perfect read while taking a shit.
-The Meteropolitan Opera 2006-2007 Season Guide - you know, because he loves the opera. Not to mention, the opera schedule is a titillating read—as is the back of a shampoo bottle or tampon box.
-The Sommelier's Guide to Wine (which he—yes, HE—used to have standing upright on the counter ledge for decoration). This screams class and sophistication as do the empty bottles of Sky Vodka that also serve as decor in our fine abode. And these bottles are not "blue," they're "lapis lazuli." He keeps one good bottle of wine (Nero D'Avola, 2004) in the house at all times for looks, but when it comes to actually drinking wine, he gets the extra large bottles with the screw-off tops. I'm so not kidding.
-Ernest Hemingway: The Short Stories. I guarantee this was a gift. It's a paperback and the spine bears no crease. The end.
-Trump World magazine, which is, by far, the worst magazine ever, but my roommate is in real estate and so is Trump, so, well, I guess it all makes sense (it doesn't make sense).
Magazine I keep in the Bathroom:
I keep it real, yo.