2002-09-19 - 5:52 p.m.
"Where did you get these people?!" Tobgye exclaimed as he looked at the proofs for the latest issue of Muffy! "I think I went to high school with them!"
The latest issue of the magazine of new girly life is sent to the presses and it's all excitement at the pomo house. Or at least as exciting as it can get for a publication that comes out somewhere in the neighborhood of annually. "You put Megan in here!" Tobgye exclaimed as he looked at a page of "fashion no-nos." "Megan's [cuteboy's] ex-girlfriend," he explained.
The other day when I stagged in at three a.m., bleary-eyed and bitter, I told Heather that it was staff writers not turning their copy in that was aggravating me. She said, yeah, I know how that is. Sure you do, for a publication that comes out how often...? The lack of a regular schedule makes all the difference.
I should be fair about the fact that they actually do accomplish something, and however many issues over however long is still reasonably impressive.
Anyway, the lease for our house was supposed to be signed on the 15th, but the landlord's in Connecticut and lazy. Cuteboy and Mrs. Cuteboy reiterated their intention of leaving come February -- graciously coordinated to the academic calendar! -- and I'm going to stay in the house and find other roommates.
I have also learned one other thing, which is don't send your home movie, be it wedding or other video, to be copied or edited by a twenty-something video store clerk. He and his girlfriend will lay on the couch and make fun of your whole family.
