I celebrated today.
Quite often, I ask Mike, "Do you want to go check the mail? Maybe there's a check for us in the mail!" I don't know why I say this--there's no good reason that there should ever be a check in the mail. It's just one of my deep-seated life hopes, for a big, fat check in the mail.
Well, Saturday we checked the mail and guess what!
I'm 2 legit, 2 legit 2 quit. Hey, hey! 2 Legit, 2 legit 2 quit.
I got a check in the mail. My first royalty check as an author.
Take that world!
Hey all you engineers and mathmeticians and businessmen who mocked me all those years studying Pynchon and writing poetry. Ha! I got a check. A real check. And, yeah, so you make that much in one month, what's your point? I got a check.
For Party Divas at that. I didn't expect to make a dime on that book, so it's especially exciting and I don't have to feel guilty for making money on a book about poverty. So I celebrated tonight by buying a pair of dark-wash jeans from Express. Stacy London would be so proud.
Why don't you all join with me in celebrating by singing this song with me--my taunt to non-liberal arts majors everywhere: Yo, I'm a poetry-writing, flower-sniffing, liberal arts lover and I'm making money doing it.
(Don't forget while dancing to the song to do the motions: 2 Legit (hold two fingers up, then form an L with your thumb and forefinger), 2 Legit 2 Quit (same thing, followed by two fingers, and a flick of the wrist.)