PreKBBQ and FiftyShades

About ten more minutes until this train gets To Strathfield. I went Retail Therapy w/ le mumzilla yesterday and she kept on going on about the way I dress is cheap and ungirly and poceeded to buy these clothes I never really pictured myself in. But today as I strutted out in what she expects me to be wearing as I grow older I don't feel too bad. I'm seeing the Fifty Shades Trilogy everywjere, this mumporn has become a virus, so I challenged myself into reading it. Smut not half as bad as some of the fanfictions I've read. Sadly the author's style of writing is such a turn-off. Nowhere near as great as, say, John Green? This is why if you ever write some Mrated stupid Twilight fanfiction you don't freaking change the names of everyone, publish it as a pornbook and watch as the world go crazy over it. So, quoting my dear Augustus Waters, I will 'withhold all judgement' until I finish the final book. Not that I'm not judging it already. A proper review shall come then.