July 19, 2000
... Baby, One More Time (And I'll Wring Your Neck)
I feel so amazingly talented today! As I was getting out of the car this morning, I managed to spill both breakfast and lunch on my new dress on only its second wearing. Lunch is leftover Chinese from last night, carried in its handy little cardboard container. As I lifted it from the seat and across my body, it dripped all over my skirt. I hurriedly grabbed a napkin to catch the drips and started to get out of the car to wipe away the worst of the spill. As I did so, I managed to spill some of my cappuchino on my skirt as well. I really felt like a winner, let me tell you. Fortunately, the skirt is as polyester as hell, so it should wash out easily. Yes, this is the infamous 11 dollar dress.
I'm falling out of touch with this whole girl thing. I don't wear dresses nearly as often as I used to. Part of that is because I don't shave and I hate hate HATE wearing pantyhose. (I don't care if you're shocked or offended by my hairy self. I didn't put the hair there to begin with. ;-)) I almost never wear makeup, although I'm quite good at applying it. What's the point? You put it on in the morning, spend most of the day worrying about what state it's fallen into, then take it off at night. If I wear it now, it's either a very special occasion or for a costume. I've never been one to do my nails. I let them do whatever they're going to do, only trimming for hangnails and the like. Jewelry? Once in a while. I rarely wear earrings because I'm on the phone all day, but I'll sometimes wear a necklace and I've started wearing my emerald ring again. It was a Valentine's gift (1998?) from Hollingsworth. I stopped wearing it because I lost it, then started again because I found it and I like it very much. Of course, I picked it out. Like I said, I don't make a very good girl.
A word of advice. If you should, by some chance, call the company I work for, do not, I repeat do not get snippy with me when the person you want is unavailable and then proceed to put me on hold for ten minutes and force me to listen to Britney Spears and Terence Trent D'Arby. Most especially do not do it when I'm alone and have all three lines backed up. Do not do it. I'll be forced to kill you, and there's not a jury in the world (a jury of receptionists at least) that would convict me. At the very least I'll have to reciprocate and put you on hold and make you listen to our space-age nifty-cool version of the Axel F theme over and over and over until you finally kill yourself.
In case you missed it, it's been a hectic couple of days. I finally got my book contract in the mail, so I can really and truly say that I'm under contract to write a book for Dream Pod 9. However, the first draft of my manuscript is due next Friday, the 28th. There are two stories left to finish, and the last chapter for Brand to write and then it's done. Why yes. Yes I am feeling a bit of a time crunch here. How'd you guess? We'll make it though. I know what I'll be doing all weekend. I'm going to really try to keep up with daily updates though. I know it's sort of fallen by the wayside.
Posted by Lisa at July 19, 2000 12:48 PM
