And now, today really is Friday. Ray! Weekendza comin'! Whoopie! And other enthusiastic ejaculations involving being glad that the pressures of the work-week are pretty nigh over.

Not that the pressures of the work-week don't begin again just a couple of dozen hours again later, but there you have it.

So, yesterday I was going to get together with Jen and Sara Astruc and Tracing, but I whined and whined until we moved it till tonight so that I could stay late at work.

Then, around 7p, I decided that I was sick of work and wanted nothing better but to go home and try to clear some stuff off my TiVo (doing a show means not enough time to watch TiVo! I may need to rethink my career choice...), but then I realized that if I had made everyone change their plans just so that I could go home and watch Blackadder and thirtysomething, so I stayed until 10p.

The things I do for my friends.

So, after work I was going home and I was tired and I wanted to check out prices at Virgin for the presents that, it no-one gets them for me for my birthday, I'll be getting them for myself (like this and this and this and this, and let me make perfectly clear that this info is for present-giving friends, not for random readers that I am trying to guilt into giving me a present. You know, unless they really want to.), so I decided to take the bus down Broadway.

So, lurching back in the direction of my point, I'm waiting for the bus, and I suddenly realized that that the cute guy waiting with me had only one leg. He was really cool, this one-legged guy, a business boy in business clothes and a backpack and these wrist crutches, and the whole thing was entirely sexy.

This isn't like the blood thing, this is that I have always found people who do things very well, very simply, really sexy, which means that people who are missing body parts and need to learn to work around that are really astonishing to watch do really ordinary things.

Like my friend Thomas, one of his hands is only a thumb and a palm--he just rocks my world doing even the smallest thing, because he does it so well and easily, but it's not easy, it's hard, so him making it easy is so hot I can't even stand it. And if his fiancee reads this, as she sometimes does, let me emphasize, Trace, that it's just academic!

Anyway, this guy with the one leg, he was lighting a cigarette, and he had to swing himself off into a corner to do it and all I could think of was that he was one of the cutest things that I'd ever seen, and then the bus came and he got on, and I saw his pants leg properly.

I thought it had been pinned up, but I realized that it had been cut off. And these weren't jeans, these were business boy trousers, real pants, and he'd just cut the leg off--neatly, but without hemming it, and it was just so punk, so tough, it blew my mind. It was like, "Fuck it, it's not like it's growing back, why pin it up and pretend that it is?" I guess he never wears a prosthesis.

I wish I could have found a way of telling him how cool I thought he was, how pretty I thought he was, but I cannot imagine that someone coming up to someone missing a leg and telling him how great it was that he cut the leg off his pants could be viewed as anything but condescending and freaky.

But if you read this, business boy, maybe you'll understand what I mean.

Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
You can increase your effectiveness on the job by doing things a bit differently. Make small changes (not too much) for better results.

il y a un an aujourd'hui:
If I win anything, that woman is getting a big fucking fruit basket!

* Hier / Incrément / Ce Mois / Demain *

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Graphiques de Saundra la multilingue!
Traduction français par ma mère Gladys Holland.

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