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February 9, 1999.There must be a way to mathematically express the inverse relationship between my free time and the amount of work I get done. I redefine lazy and take it to exotic new levels. Take today - my day off. Now, what have I done? I've read two pages of Clarissa. I've done the (10 page) reading assignment for tomorrow's class. And...um...I'm going to be in fabulous shape for crunch time at this rate. Can't hardly wait.
One of the more link worthy things I did today was to follow up on Little Spider's tip and check out the most recent article posted by my exboyf Alexi to Uprite Animal's page. And just as she predicted, I flew into a rage. Now, I've got nothing against Animal himself...he's quite a good friend, and he's not culpable for the crap Alexi vomits out. That's my first disclaimer. And the second is this: I honestly don't care if Alexi wants to say mean things about me. But he said a lot of mean things to and about her, while making a pretense of writing anonymous pearls of wisdom about the universe. It's nothing more than thinly-disguised gossip, unsolicited advice and hypocritical opinions. Plus, he actually told her to read his scurrilous prose, so he's not only more of an asshole than I remember, but also more of an idiot. If you actually follow the link, then you'll see what I mean. It put me into a spitting rage, so I took it to the guestbook. Perhaps I was being cruel...but oh, it felt good...
From the nauseatingly cute file: tonight the Boy and I have been getting into mock tiffs and using my oversized teddybear to arbitrate. "Lilith, please tell the Boy that he's a real jerk, and until he stops talking about movie previews I refuse to speak to him." "Lilith, please tell Amoret that she should get off her high horse." Well, it made Dirk laugh.
And finally, for those keeping score at home:
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