May 5, 1999.

I am a slothful, slothful girl.

There's something about being back home that sucks my will to live. I can't even bring myself to prepare food when I'm here...I just crouch hungry in front of the teevee until my Mommy comes home to make something for me. Sometimes she brings home takeout. I like that.

My dad would rather starve than make something for himself. I usually deride him...but now I'm beginning to understand.

I'm also being very lazy in other areas...okay, every other area. I've renewed my friendship with prime time teevee. I've re-read a Gordon Korman book written in the late 80's. And I've sat around in the sun, scheming ways to make my hair look as good as it did leaving the hairdressers. I still haven't quite caught the deal with the wax. In fact, I'm going to experiment that right now. And clean up my junk from the living room before night falls. Tomorrow my dad's coming back from a business trip, and I can't stand his particular brand of nagging.

See you in a few hours.

My friend Austin has pointed out a grammatical error in the apartment description. "Surely Ms Amoret, you mean fewer clothes rather than less clothes, unless of course the Heat of The City in May is driving you into a pre-naturist state." Actually, I have been wearing a lot less clothes...it's turned abruptly to summer weather over the last 2 weeks. But he's right. My apologies. And please stop writing angry letters to Canadian universities. You cannot save future highschool students from me. I WILL teach English...bwah ha ha....

Gecoities finally responded to my desperate pleas for relief from the hacker. I'd quote the letter, but I've already deleted it. Apparently, even though I signed an agreement in good faith that I would be legally responsible for the content on my webpage, once I have been violated & locked out, they can offer no help. "You can sign up for a new page under a different address!" they chirp. "We cannot send out passwords to addresses not registered with us. That would be a violation of our privacy standards."

Oh, so pious. I'm so glad I signed up with them. They really have their users' best interests at heart.

God, as soon as the Boy gets his webdreams in a row, I'll be a dot. I'll be a puff of dust on Geocities' self-righteous, do-nothing horizon. Yeah.

This month's divider was ripped off from the incomparable chick site Bust. All the Chick Pages sites are sooo cute...they bring out the internet thief in me.