Sunday, April 20, 2003
 

Hotmail strikes again! This time, we have:

From: BootyCallGirl19
Subject: Shakin da booty on Cam for you..

Not as good as the one from Hue Mongo, but still way up there on the list of all-time greats. I even shook my booty a bit, to express solidarity with the Booty Call Girls. Actually, I tripped over my monster complete William Blake, but whatever. There was definitely movement in the booty region.

I bet my neighbors just adore me. I have toned down my ballet-ing about the apartment, in part because I scraped a couple of layers of stuff up from around my desk, thus lessening the need to take flying leaps when in transit. I need to take a photo of the desk area, one of these days. It looks like I sit in my desk chair and then explode: the chair itself is clean, and there's a circle of debris (books, papers, file folders, etc.) all around it.

My Easter thus far: Get out of bed. Locate the floor. Progress to den, procure Cheerios, flop in front of computer. Do internet rounds. Shower. Read about Wordsworth. More internet. Become despondent. Consider nap. Consider raison d'etre. Am unable to come up with said raison. Hamlet-esque questions ensue.

So I'm a melodramatic self-centered lazy grouch. So sue me.

Plans for the day: More Wordsworth. Some Philip Roth, if I behave myself. Criminal Intent, featuring my future husband (yes, Dwight is still in the running; I'm all about bigamy, when it applies to me), Vincent D'Onofrio. Will continue with current project, which is baby blanket #2. Elvisette Jr. must stay warm.

My life is sad and pathetic. But you already knew that.

Elvisette philosophized at 1:44 PM