15 April 2002 - 12:30 p.m.

Ok, I found what I wanted, or at least, a cute retro suit for cheap. The bottoms may be a bit large, but that's what my infinite crafting ability is for. If any of you bid on this, I will end you.

I was actually hoping for something from the 40s, but that was not going to happen - did you know that it's actually possible to find a nice, new, designer wedding gown on eBay cheaper than a sexy, girdle-esque swimsuit if armor? And you should look on eBay, too, because Victorian and Edwardian bathing costumes sell for like, a dollar, in spite of all the historical value you'd think they'd have. I had no idea so many people wanted to look like Esther Williams. Which is my fault entirely, as Esther Williams is hot! Look at those teeth!

(This is how you know I am a heterosexual woman - I just can't get past the raw sex appeal that is Esther's mouthful of pearly whites. I've been lugging around boobs for 22-odd years, and they just don't impress me. But a gleaming white smile? Hot damn!)

Ummmm... what else? Prof. McHotHot is out of town, but he's been kind enough to arrange for a surrogate love object for me - that's right, today we watch the Olivier Hamlet! Woo-hoo! Twill be a Larry-licious day.

And... Hatbox keeps trying to get out! She smeaked out today, but within two seconds I was able to grab her and bring her inside. I then bolted and chained the door, which is clearly something she doesn't understand, because she proceeded to start at one end of the apartment, run across the floor, run down the stairs, and throw herself at the door, as though she could successfully break it down with all 6 or 8 pounds of her kitten-y body. Sigh.

And it makes me realize that things have to change a bit in order for me to become a parent. For example, I should stop yelling things like, "You're not going outside, and that's friggin' final!"

That would not do. That would not do at all.

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