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25 June 2005 @ 08:51 am
I mean, really.  
On a scale of 1 to 10, I declare this Saturday a 2. I just woke up ten minutes ago, but already I can tell. The maid didn't bring in my breakfast tray on time, and when she finally staggered up the stairs, the toast was cold. I fired her, of course, but the delicate balance of my day was already jarred. After I rose and drew on my dressing gown--there was a tragic piece of lint on one sleeve that I had to flick off with one pale pink fingernail and a shudder, while averting my eyes--I wandered to the balcony and threw open the French doors and saw in horror that the groundskeeper hadn't begun mowing. It was past eight already, and the smell of freshly-mown grass wasn't there to greet me! I fired him, of course. And then had one of the servant boys start in with the hand-mower. "Take off your shirt!" I called when he neared my window. He was no Brad Pitt, but the results were adequate.

I'm not even going to talk about my morning bath, except to say that I didn't let it crush my will to live, but instead bravely kept my chin high and blinked back my tears and swept grandly onward into my Saturday.
Current Mood: cold toast
JaneDavitt: Gilesdownbykatekat1010janedavitt on June 25th, 2005 04:07 pm (UTC)
You just can't get the staff these days... Tsk. I feel your pain.
Anna S.: cillian-spike21eliade on June 25th, 2005 06:44 pm (UTC)
I lead a cursed life, plagued by overbaked cookies and nasty drafts around my ankles. I am the tragic Bruce Wayne of Seattle. *sniff*
julia_herejulia_here on June 25th, 2005 04:13 pm (UTC)
And here I was fretting that my betas internet connection was down all night and it disrupted my flow of creativity.

Julia, would be a better writer if I had a manservant to bring me coffee while I wrote 5,000 words every morning before going to my job at the Post Office.
Anna S.: gileseliade on June 25th, 2005 06:44 pm (UTC)
We would all be better writers with manservants, I think.
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Anna S.: jack-davenport2eliade on June 25th, 2005 04:22 pm (UTC)
Re: darling!
Oh, darling--I had to fire Lars. He said the word "cellulite" in my hearing. The harsh word nearly shattered my eardrums and I fainted immediately, aghast and limp on the marble tiles. In fact, I wanted to ask whether you'd send dear Jeremy over. Or Alain. Or Franz. I can never remember their names. The one with the beauty mark and the very large...er, feet.

*air kiss*
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Hepcat: mys1985 xander heronwhepcat on June 25th, 2005 04:17 pm (UTC)
I must say, I admire your strength in enduring such adversity. Especially when life piles one such thing atop another.

When I am discouraged, I shall think on you, and hope to rise so beautifully above it all.

(And thanks for the smile.)
Anna S.: buffy_mooneliade on June 25th, 2005 04:24 pm (UTC)
I must say, I admire your strength in enduring such adversity. Especially when life piles one such thing atop another.

All of life is a tragedy and then we perish. But I'm going to take the carriage down to the Crumpet Shop this morning and hope to wring a few tiny moments of jelly and joy from the day.

*kiss* ;)
Hildyhildyj on June 25th, 2005 04:25 pm (UTC)
::feels your pain::
Anna S.: tina-turnereliade on June 25th, 2005 06:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Darling, your bracelet is divine!
LadyStarlightladystarlightsj on June 25th, 2005 04:26 pm (UTC)
You are so brave.

All that before noon, too!
Anna S.: baltareliade on June 25th, 2005 06:46 pm (UTC)
All that before noon, too!

That was the worst part. I was woken far too early by the uncivilized tweeting of birds outside my windows. I had them shot, of course, but by then my beauty rest was shattered.
LadyStarlightladystarlightsj on June 25th, 2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
(pets you and passes imported chocolate)
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Anna S.: trees-blueeliade on June 25th, 2005 06:47 pm (UTC)
I always bathe in the blood of virgins lambs.
Trepkos: King of the Rocktrepkos on June 25th, 2005 06:00 pm (UTC)
"The maid didn't bring in my breakfast tray on time"

God, I so identify with this "where are my servants?" feeling.
I think it's genetic.
I need a butler, and a housemaid, minimum.
But bear up... Don't let the lower classes see you weaken!
Anna S.: zoeeliade on June 25th, 2005 06:48 pm (UTC)
God, I so identify with this "where are my servants?" feeling.
I think it's genetic.

We are all genetically meant to be very rich. I totally agree.
Trepkos: Nerd by Bliss_vtrepkos on June 25th, 2005 08:44 pm (UTC)
It's terrible when you're born without a manservant...
Darcy: willow - my father's glove (nova25)darcydodo on June 25th, 2005 06:12 pm (UTC)
Perhaps your nearly crushed yet indomitable spirit will catch the eye of some young lord as you are out for your Saturday constitutional. Never fear.
Anna S.: brian-fuckeliade on June 25th, 2005 06:42 pm (UTC)
Lord Peter! Lord Peter! ...well, I suppose he's taken already. And dead. And fictional. Damn it.
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Anna S.: rodney-mckayeliade on June 25th, 2005 06:41 pm (UTC)
You and your icon can slip me the bacon *any* time, baby.
Jane Bluestockingj_bluestocking on June 25th, 2005 06:36 pm (UTC)
One word, my sweet: Prague.

(Came across this just as I left your journal. I think I like this one best.)

I say we make "Prague" a new term of salute, like "Ciao, baby!"

Prague, darling! See you later!
Anna S.: ship-goldeliade on June 25th, 2005 06:41 pm (UTC)
Hee. And the phrase "going to Prague" could be figurative for when you just space out in the middle of the office and imagine yourself elsewhere, basking in the sun and eating pastries. E.g., "Oh god, I went to Prague for hours this afternoon, darling. It was the most boring meeting ever."

I have all these gorgeous night pictures of Prague that I found somewhere by googling and saved to my work account. I need to track down that URL and post it, really. Just stunning stuff--all in the style/series of the pic I posted before.

*kiss* Prague!
timian on June 25th, 2005 06:41 pm (UTC)
"Take off your shirt!" I called when he neared my window.

Ahahahahahahaha. I adore your posts.
Anna S.: blair-sandburgeliade on June 25th, 2005 06:48 pm (UTC)
Hee. *gloms and nibbles you*
Plin: artdecosuperplin on June 25th, 2005 07:42 pm (UTC)
Life is growing increasingly difficult and filled with hardship for us, the few remaining royalty. Yet we square our shoulders and still our quivering lips, as is only fitting.

Such a tragedy.
the kid with the bullet soul: Buffy SMG ohmygoshexsequar on June 25th, 2005 08:08 pm (UTC)
It took me a while to figure out you were joking. cause you are joking


Anna S.: byzantiumeliade on June 25th, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC)
Hee. I am totally kidding. If I were rich, I'd do nothing but write fan-fiction all the time. Well, between jetting around the world and sunning myself and working out and reading and drinking coffee in Prague, etc.
SpikeLuva: andemaiar_betterorworsespikeluva on June 27th, 2005 03:29 am (UTC)
I just change the help every few weeks to avoid problems. I find the new help is usually more eager to serve and please.