Saturday, April 09, 2005
(5:25 PM) | bitchphd:
An inauspicious beginning
It wasn't all that long ago that I declared my love for Mr. Kotsko on the grounds that he keeps the dining room table clean. Which is handy not only from the "women love men who do housework" angle, but also from the "fucking while bent over a dining room table is fun, and more so when your tits aren't pressed into a dirty plate full of leftover food" angle. But I digress.Anyway, in that thread, I had some competition for the good Mr. Kotsko's favors, though it is not clear to me what the grounds of Mr. Wolfson's admiration are; one suspects they have something to do with Mr. K's thoughts on Badiou, which I, in my girlishness ("philosophy is hard!") failed to fully appreciate, rather than with a wish to be bent over a dining room table. But again, I digress.
I am therefore very sad to have to introduce myself by saying that I fear Mr. K will never return my affection, particularly as it is no doubt the promise of said affection that has induced him to accord me posting privileges. AOTW, I am typing at my dining room table, which contains not only my laptop, but also my coffee mug (quite grungy, as I had to nuke the coffee to reheat it, and we know how that tends to tattoo the coffee line at the top of the mug); an empty orange juice glass; an empty orange juice carton; the lid and "sealed for your protection" seal from another orange juice carton; an almost-full orange juice carton; a bottle of ketchup; three crumpled cloth napkins; an alphabet placemat that Pseudonymous Kid went after with scissors; three dirty plates, two of which still had leftover food on them, which my husband cleaned by eating said leftovers and then stacking the plates, with dirty cutlery, on the corner of the table; his dirty coffee mug; two more empty orange juice glasses; a book about hacking the ipod; a pair of glasses; a Lacie hard drive; my husband's laptop; two stacks of essays that need grading (go away, horrible essays!); and Pseudonymous Kid's Easter basket, which contains both German chocolates and jellybeans that are testing my powers of self-restraint.
Note that these are breakfast remains, and it is 5:25 pm. Also, I am still in my bathrobe.
