You know, Tag, I've kind of stopped reading sexpigeon the way I used to. Now I just scan it hungrily, seeking my name. ("Fuck me. And praise Julia L*****, that last great lover who's willing to want the scandal I was once capable of causing." I love it!) It's really fucking terrible. I do something similar with Public Eavesdropping; I have an awareness that I say ridiculous things in public with some frequency, and I half-hope that someone overhearing my absurdities will find them absurd enough to submit one to Ms. Garchik. And no, I don't know, I always intend to read every word, and the bits that I pick up are so tantalizing...maybe it's that you post every day now, so I don't get the chance to go back and read yesterday's post without being distracted by today's, because who wants to be all passe? Not me. Or maybe it's that I've been trying to be a good little worker bee as an experiment to see if that will make me hate my job less. I think it would work better if I wasn't so aware of the bags under my eyes.

I completely forgot to wear green to work today. Completely, utterly; even after I sent out an email yesterday, the text of which read, "I'd better see all y'all wearing green tomorrow!" In fact, I wore quite a bit of pink instead. I'm going to see how long I can get away with calling today "St. Pinky's Day." At least this isn't elementary school, where this sort of thing could have fatal consequences. I always liked wearing inconspicuous green, like socks or underwear, so that I would be warranted in giving my pincher a firm punch to the shoulder. Pinch me. Just do it.

My mom gave me the best compliment on Tuesday. She said, "You know, you've always been able to cut through the bullshit, ever since you were a little girl; you've always had that skill." I'm trying to picture a six-year-old Julia, saying, "Look, Mom, cut the crap!" But I wasn't the most outgoing of children, not until later anyway, so it probably would have phrased more in terms of the innocent question: "How come we have to do that when we could just do this?" or "Wouldn't it be more efficient just to skip this whole dinner thing and go directly to dessert, since we know that's the real reason we're all sitting at this damn table anyway? And you know I'm such a slow eater; why waste our time?"

She also has this strange tendency towards calling me her Brilliant Daughter, which I always find amusing. And she called me at work yesterday to ask how one would pluralize the name Lucas. I said Lucases. So had she. I told her she'd better not try and stick any apostrophes in there.