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Saturday, May 08, 2004 TGIF My favorite thing aspect of today being Friday is that I don't have to put together a set of clothes to wear to work for a full two days. Today I had to wear my poufy shirt. A month or two ago, when I realized that my urchin-wear wasn't going to help me transition smoovely to a workplace setting, I bought some clothes that seemed reasonable at the time. The poufy shirt had a couple of things going for it: it was a pretty color, and I figured it wouldn't wrinkle. Unfortunately, I've since realized that, particularly when coupled with the pants I wear so much, it makes me look like a bull fighter of some kind. Also, it's in a color I like, rather than a color that looks good on me. I imagine the whispers: "That bullfighter has the sallowest complection on any bullfighter I've ever seen!" On the way home from the train station this evening, I turned a corner and some 8 year olds on stunt bikes nearly ran me over. There is a certain machismo associated in tangling with a bullfighter: everybody's got something to prove. posted by Frenz | 5/08/2004 12:10:00 AM 0 comments |
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