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“Can’t … Get … Going …” TUESDAY, 6 FEBRUARY, 2001, NEW ORLEANS
Hmm. I’ve been letting my Daily Reads slip a bit. That’s not good. Just stumbled across this perfectly charming entry by the exquisite Miss Quean Fuchsia — seems to be both a letter to me, and to her various, nebulous, vapourous muses. I was feeling grumpy this morning. Nice to find a smile within my tired face so unexpectedly.

And if we’re writing publically to each other now, Queanie, I should mention my displeasure at the lack of attention Prop. 2 (which states in its small-print that Quean moves to New Orleans) has been receiving. It scores a “3” now? WTF?

Reading this has lit a little fire under my stale, lazy ass. I just have not … been able … to get … going … today. I have a zillion stupid little thinnnngs to attend to today — work stuff, errands, thinnnngs — and here it is 1:30 in the afternoon and I’m still fucking around in my bedroom (alone, alas) and staving off the inevitable.

That’s it. This inertia calls for drastic measures. It’s time for The Shaggs! Their special brand of ineptitude really puts a tiger in the ole tank, y’know?

You don’t? Okay, check today’s “DJ, Save My Life” selection and experience the … erm … “magic” for yourself.

20 minutes later…

The Shaggs have recharged my battery. Or maybe it’s just that I want to leave the house now because their music is so perfectly dreadful.

I have done my taxes. I was making goodly ducats at the college in Pennsylvania earlier last year, and have effectively been “unemployed” (yah right, heh heh) since the summer.

That spells R-E-F-U-N-D, mes amis, and I’m gonna git me sum!

Right then, I’m off to conquer the day.

Apologies to those who have written or guestbooked complaining that I’m not updating much. Been terribly, terribly busy exploring wonderful new things with a wonderful new person. Takes it right out of a boy.

More later, but if I don’t write in a while, lay off the whiney emails, m’kay? I’ve written enough in these pages to keep you occupied for æons.

Having some “me” time.

Taking a dip in “Lake Me.”

Going on a journey, and the destination is “Me’sville.”

(And you’re invited.)

Visit the Marquis’ Crush o’ the Week. Nice penmanship, nice ass, what more could a person want?

“DJ, SAVE my life!” TODAY: Life is weird, and so are The Shaggs: “My Pal Foot Foot” (2.3 MB)