A hilariously old picture of me during the creation of my first website, for historical accuracy. Please note how incredibly old my computer is, my fuzzy leopard computer monitor, my awesome Sony headphones, and my boy Michael Moore egging me on.
But what of that pesky book review that’s due today? Um, yeah. That. I will get to that. I will sit in my wartorn apartment among the mass of clothing, cat fur, and salt water taffy wrappers and I will interrobang that fucker out. (Interrobang as a verb, sure, why not?!)
Thing is, I could have at least started it last night, but I didn’t. I was just being profoundly lazy. Instead of looking back through Linked, I sprawled out on the couch and read the Fall Fashion Preview issue of Vogue. (By the way Vogue, I’m still waiting for my free handbag. Je ne l’ai pas oublié, bitches.) Then I actually did do my website, but the review hung in the air like when one inserts a French phrase randomly into an English blog. L-A-Z-Y: it hits me right when I need it to go away the most.
So instead of doing some prepwork at lunch right now, I’m going to sit in the park with my friend, eating Thai food and looking at dogs. I think tonight is going to be a long, long night.