5th February 2001

I am so sick of reading blogs by women who pepper their intelligent, hilarious posts with frequent mentions of how ugly/fat/flat/unwantable/unloveable they are. (As if pointing these things out weren’t the least attractive thing they could do.) But recently, I came across Accidental:

“In my old age, I am getting vain. I find myself walking the extra 100 yards or so to the bathroom with the mirror so I can check my coif. And let me tell you, I did not realize how cute I am. Hello world, I am cute. Check me out, bad boy.”

I love this woman. As for the rest of you, I’ve seen the photos, girls. Ninety percent of you have bodies that would stop passing traffic and/or eyes big enough to signal planes. Shut up! Shut up! Before I reach through the monitor and thump you.

3:03 p.m.

“Multitudes succumb to the sorrow induced by an inexact vocabulary.”

(From “Doubt” by Fannie Howe.)

9:35 a.m.