Open your heart and let the rap shine in.

This morning my co-worker and I engaged in a little tradition. She likes to keep her personal life away from her work environment, which doesn't mean we don't ever share things with each other, it's more that she doesn't let things leak out while sitting at her desk. If I ask her out for lunch or if we are visiting in one of our homes, she's willing to share. But since we've been working together for nearly 5 years (half of it full-time), we've developed this routine where we speak in bizarre metaphors about our life that get taken too far. She talked about "the storm" arriving and passing and that they seemed to survive. The storm didn't so much represent her new girlfriend's daughter literally, but more the fallout from interactions with the daughter. I discussed my life in the context of shoes, and the other shoe dropping very much after the fact, and she asked if the shoes still fit and I went on about whether they were Payless or high quality. Halfway into the conversation I really started thinking literally about my own shoes and how I needed new ones.

I want new clothes, too. I feel I need a large overhaul in several segments of my wardrobe, including socks, undershirts, dress shirts, sweaters, and underwear. I'm doing okay on pants. Shorts are still a problem, but the weather will solve that problem soon enough. When I shop for clothes, I prefer to shop in volume. I like buying everything at once, which is hard on the checking account balance for the month, but then I avoid buying much anything else for 7-8 months. Alternatively, I will go to a thrift store and buy 20 bucks worth of clothes, which usually gets me a huge bag. Even if I take them home and end up only wearing half of them consistently, it satisfies my wardrobe shopping needs, though it doesn't quite fit into my new method of not owning extraneous items.

This weekend is all about cleaning out my closet. Like Eminem. Or Shana. Also hanging curtains (it only took us one whole year) and possibly un-installing the air conditioner units. But maybe I can convince limenal to drive me out for some outlet shopping one afternoon since Friday is payday.

Before I go, some random pop culture commentary:
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And the band played waltzing matilda.

I don't want to go to therapy. I know I should (want to go, that is), but I don't. I'd rather read my buddhism book.

In other news^TM, I came out to my boss as bisexual. We were both amused. I was asked to brainstorm on this committee working on a publication re: bisexual legal issues and I wanted to clear it with her before saying yes, even though I assumed it was okay. She made a joke about how another co-worker should be on it, sort of implying that this co-worker is the bisexual one in the office. Then I said, "well, you know, I identify as.....queer, since bisexual seems to limiting, but bisexual works too." This was not as amusing as when I outed my self to Super!Fag Fundraiser who basically declared something to the effect of "you're just full of surprises every day!" which seemed silly since we'd previously talked about fag stuff EVERY single time we chatted. I guess he thought my fagginess=trans or faggy=nice shoes. Little did he know faggy=suck cock. I mean, attracted to men.

Also In Other News^TM, how come I knew about Jacques Brel but not Scott Walker? I feel so ignorant on one hand, but so excited on the other because I have someone new to enjoy and collect.