Real Life Excuse

Sorry, I’m late. It’s just that Save The Last Dance was on and even though I love a movie where the power of dance overcomes typical socio-economic barriers, what really got me was how crappy the dance was in that movie. It’s actually quite stunning in its terribleness. And then I got really caught up in wondering what Julia Styles was thinking and feeling when the media went crazy about Natalie Portman learning ballet for Black Swan. Like, was she jealous? Confused? Understood that her dancing resembled a seising parapallegic more than a professional dancer? Does anyone know? Anyway, I’m sorry I’m 55 minutes late, but let’s focus on the fact that I’m here now. And can dance better than Julia Styles. 

It’s officially summer, the season where everyone else wears bathing suits and shorts and I very seriously consider wearing a tank top for 8 weeks, but ultimately decide by August 1st, that my upper arms aren’t ready yet and next year will totally be their year! Let’s celebrate! 

Just witnessed a guy check his mailbox, slam the mini mailbox door shut, crumple up what looked like a greeting card, and mutter, “Fucking shit, Mom! Fucking shit!” Then he pushed past me to get out of the building and let the front door basically hit me in the face. (I was distracted by my luggage and the fact that today is my first day of the season wearing open toed shoes and my toe nails suck.)

And now I’m done wondering who in building is the proud owner of the wifi network “Fuck You!” 

My First E-Mail Of The Day

Attention all:

This is my first good hair day in approximately three weeks. I’d like to call some sort of company wide meeting to show it off. Does anyone have anything important to discuss? 

Let me know at your earliest convenience. 

Fondly,
Julie