industrial drinking water

and here it is, morning again already. who authorized this? how did this happen? i object. i would much prefer to be still safely ensconced in my nice toasty bed, in my nice, not toasty room (thank you, freakish fall weather streak), dreaming my dreams...though i couldn't tell you for the life of me what they were. i think they were good.

anyway. morning. yeah. wow, war, man. it's the kind of morning that led me to wear white in protest. in protest of what, i don't totally know. being awake, i guess. an ill-fated decision, considering i look awful in a) anything white, b) buttondown shirts. i'm going to spend the entire day fidgeting with my ensemble and feeling strange and frumpy. ah well. at least i've got on the sexy bitch pants to temper the frump.

you know, it's really all a tragic lie when the fashion mags tell you that a crisp white shirt (and maybe some pearls) is all you need to automatically manufacture maximum class. while that may have worked for the ladies hepburn (audrey and katharine, that is), the sad fact of the matter is that we mere mortals require a little more...effort. accessorizing. whatever, to get that class look. i can't do it, frankly. can't pull it off. this is why i never aspire to grace kelly. i aspire to, as i've said before, to become the consummate cybervictorian androgyne supervixen. androgyne on the femme tip, naturally.

anyway. off to fidget.

oh--one more thing: the cable modem lands today! i too will join the 20th century! yeeha!