So yesterday I wore my new Joe Boxer legging-underwear things and my striped Calvin Klein underwear t-shirt and I realized that I was dressed from top to toe in men's underwear!

I felt extremely scandalous.

Everyone here where I work gets these manicures on their lunch hours.

Now I had a manicure once when I was sixteen, but it's not the sort of thing that occurs to me to do on a regular basis (clearly), but the idea started creeping into my mind as being a neat, kind of pampering idea.

So I went across the street on my lunch hour to get my nails done. I was really excited; I thought it was going to be special. But the woman seemed bored and slightly contemptuous, and though she did a good job, it was kind of perfunctory, like she was just trying to get it over with.

I feel like I know what it's like to go to a prostitute now. Kinda disappointed and feeling a little cheated, but my nails are pretty nice and I'll probably go again sometime.

That movie Seven Years In Tibet was clearly cast to bring in the women. Brad Pitt for most of the women in the world, and David Thewlis for those of us who know that sexy really is.

I may actually have to see that movie.

My Mom got a call from my father's agent the other day who said that the Foxy Lettuce people were going to re-run one of the commercials he made for them.

So, you people on the east coast, my Da's the one with the fox in the bag.

One year ago today:
"How would you like to read a 500 page book in an hour?"

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