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30 April So yesterday I was given a couple of invoices to pay, and I had a couple more that I was going to cut on Wednesday but never got around to them, and I put them down on my desk and did some other stuff, then I turned around and they were gone! I tore that desk apart, I looked in every single pile of paper, even the piles that I hadn't touched that day, I was there until 11p, the last two hours pretty exclusively looking for them, but to no avail. I think I'm going insane. My desk ate the invoices!
I told Nik about babysitting the night before, so that Cynthia and Fran could be all spontaneous for Cynthia's birthday.
Me: "...And then I think they fucked on the front porch before coming inside, but I'm not entirely certain."
On a mailing list I'm on, we're doing pillow lists, sort of a crush list of literary characters. I tried to keep it literary, but it turned into a movie list! 2. Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility. Again, while watching the glorious Alan Rickman, I couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with Marianne, since he was CLEARLY much more beautiful and perfect than that dull-looking old Willoughby. 3. Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice (Colin Firth version). Or the one in Bridget Jones' Diary! 3. Count László Almásy, aka The English Patient. BEFORE the crash, please! 4. Hugh Grant's Charles in Four Weddings. That hair! That stammer! Also his Edward Ferrars in Sense and Sensibility. Loved that turtle look of his. 5. Cameron (Alan Ruck in Ferris Bueller's Day Off). I like the damaged ones. 6. Fergus (Stephen Rea in The Crying Game). I also like the Irish ones. 7. Jack Callaghan (Bill Pullman in While You Were Sleeping). Those yearning looks, that lean. 8. Rennie (David Strathairn in Passion Fish). That accent, and the dream where he's building a dock with his shirt off. 9. Sam Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive). I don't really think that I need to explain that one! 10. The best of all saved for last, Lloyd Dobler, the perfect man (John Cusack in Say Anything).
Yesterday, in response to my "O my God, I'm turning thirty-five and I'm all middle-aged and stuff!" comment from yesterday, Lucy gave me a good dose of reality: "35 is not middle age. 40 is middle age. Don't kid yourself. I've been both ages, and I am here to tell you, you will absolutely fucking hate being really middle aged, because you can't fool anyone at all that you're still young. As long as you're in your thirties you're still a young adult, so enjoy the last five years of it. You'll have 20 years to be middle aged. Don't rush it. Not that I'm bitter about this or anything." When I asked her if I could reprint her comments, she said "You want me to sound aged and bitter on your page? Caramba. All right, go ahead." to which I could only reply: "O, like you don't always sound like that on your own page! heeheehee"
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