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9/13/00
Tonight, as I approached my apartment building, I saw items that used to live in my apartment doing time on the street. My roommate and I are in the process of redoing the apartment (even tearing down a wall!), so we've tossed a bunch of old furniture. I guess it's trash day, because everything we had put in the garbage room, had magically been moved outside by our hottie building manager, Daniel. A three-tiered green lamp. Black plastic storage cubes. A beaten chair. Poor, lonely furniture on the street. Maybe someone will love you again someday. Oh, I am tired. This is my first week back in an office in a while. I like my new project, and I like the computer boys I'm working with (They told me I looked cute in my glasses, and I blushed. Computer boys are so my favorite type of boys.), so I think everything will run along smoothly for the next month or so. Except for the fact that I got my contract for the sex book yesterday. Except for the fact that I have two articles due in the next month. And except for the fact that I don't feel quite as young as I used to when I started working on the web. I am not whining, I am merely explaining that I will be a complete bitch until November. I've already been bitchy a couple times this week, and if I haven't told you already (and you know who you are; yes, you), I'm sorry. I am already apparently a bitch. Some lame weblog girl wrote something shitty about me on her site. A few months back, this girl wrote flattering stuff about me on her weblog and sent me a nice email. I responded, and gave her the url to this site. The next time I checked out her log, she had stolen my design. Could you imagine? Of all things to steal - my dorky design. I sent her an email telling her it wasn't cool to do that, and then she sent me an email explaining that someone had told her that the best way to learn html was to copy other people's source code, which is absolutely the truth, except after you copy it, YOU CHANGE IT. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Or weird. Or both. Anyway, I checked in the other day, and she wrote something about me being bitchy, and I have to say, that was actually me being nice. I think other people would have been much meaner. I know my design is lame, but I did spend time on it. She didn't even change the color, kids. The color. That would have been nice. See how that works though? She steals my design, and I'm the bitch. Whatever. A dumb girl hates me. I will survive. It'll take a whole lot more than a dumb girl to bring me down. It'll take at least two of 'em - one to hold back my arms, and the other one to tickle. I was going to write about ironminds this week, but I'm so tired of thinking about it. I wrote a letter to medianews.org that might get posted, and that's all I have to say about it. I guess I need to clarify something here - it's not ironminds.com that owes me money; it's Novix Media, their former parent company. They sent out letters terminating our contract this week, and there was not one mention of our checks. It's so frustrating when you don't get paid what you are owed. I don't want to get personal on this; I just want to get paid.
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