I hope, I hope, I hope that no one claims her. I'm quite attached, as anyone who's had the joy of communicating with me in the past week or so knows:
Generic communicant: So, how's it going?
Yours Truly: I'm ok, how are you?
GC: Doing all right. I--
YT: Awww! Who's chasin' her tail? Who? Who?
GC: have been reading--
YT: did she chase her dingle ball? Did she? Did she?
GC: this book--
YT: Uh-huh. For your-- aww! She licked her tummy!
And so on. She's been psychotically chasing her dingle ball tonight; it seems to be the toy du jour. Awww. Awwww. Awwwww.
Etc, etc, etc.
Elvisette philosophized at 11:34 PM
Pascal: The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.
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"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
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Elvisette Y, Sole Owner & Proprietor
Who's Elvisette?
That's Why You're Here, Isn't It?
What's Elvisette's mood?
When did Elvisette start blogging?
April 2002
Where's Elvisette?
Monday, working at liberry
Tuesday, ditto Monday
Wednesday, ditto Tuesday
Thursday, ditto Wednesday
Friday, ditto Thursday
Saturday, frittering away my youth
Sunday, being a useless waste of oxygen
Alternative Plans: Every day, all day, answering the question, "Wonder what's on TV right now?"
Why does Elvisette blog?
Because it's better than working.
