what is the word

It's boring as hell today in work-land. I'm trying to sort of get my shit together so that I can extract myself from this desk & computer for good. That basically involves me "cleaning out" (read: reading) a lot of old emails & whatever documents & photos are saved on my desktop & various other drives. I have about thirty photos saved here at work & I just forwarded them all to my monstrous gmail account for safekeeping. Lovely large gmail was completely unfazed: I've now gone from using 1% of my storage space to a whopping 2%.
Last nite Anise & I met up with a relative of mine from Sweden. She's like a third cousin or something. She's visiting New York with her friend Ingrid, who is, by the way, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in real life. My third cousin is actually super hot too but Ingrid is from some other planet or something with the personality to match. She had platinum hair & a mole in just the right spot next to her nose & this very bright pink blush that was sort of breathlessly swooped across her cheeks. I got all nervous & felt the pressure of where to take these perfect beings, with their Chanel bags & Skando accents. It didn't matter because they loved everywhere we went, from the roof of the Hudson Hotel to a beer-soaked table at Zabloski's. We stopped at my place to smoke a bit & analyze my new paintings, then off to Red & Black where we danced our Swedish tushies off for ages. I left messages with Mike & Joe earlier in the evening, to see if they wanted to meet us out, but they declined. Boys, cue kicking yourselves right about now.