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This history of shame.
Oct. 3rd, 2006 10:14 pmWork today was made interesting by two different people:
The first I only saw from behind for the first few minutes. She was small but with broad shoulders, quite muscular arms, and a narrow waist, the triangular sort of boy shape that does not usually appeal to me. It made her look very strong, though, and I am fond of that. And when she turned around, she was, to my great surprise (and of course that doesn't often happen for reasons such as this) a tranny girl in the exact capacity that myself and a good many of my friends are tranny boys. This is fascinating. Those coming from the other side of it don't tend to do it in at all the same way, you see. But her lip was pierced, and she dressed like an only very slightly dykey lesbian, and she noticed me looking at her and smiled at me.
And there was a delightful drunk girl who had a logarithmic spiral tattoo graphed on her shoulder. She explained to me, when I commented on it, that a recent winner of an important mathematical award had found the proof for the proof that all things that are not donut shaped, such as rabbits, are circles. (She promised me that she would botch this, and I promise to botch it further. This not being anything like a computer of my own, I lack the time to find appropriate links, or even fact check.) As soon as he accomplished this, he ran away to live alone in the woods in Russia. A great many governments and companies and other entities would like to employ him now, but he has escaped too thoroughly, and on the rare occasion that they manage to find him, he flatly refuses them. The givers of the award he won were among those who were unable to locate him.
Rain believes that I only write about my scores of conquests. Although I failed to bed either of them in the back hallway against the ice machine or much of anywhere else, I suppose I'm not doing the best job of proving her wrong. The best I can do is save Alex the trouble of asking if I made out with them.
I kind of miss you, internet.
The first I only saw from behind for the first few minutes. She was small but with broad shoulders, quite muscular arms, and a narrow waist, the triangular sort of boy shape that does not usually appeal to me. It made her look very strong, though, and I am fond of that. And when she turned around, she was, to my great surprise (and of course that doesn't often happen for reasons such as this) a tranny girl in the exact capacity that myself and a good many of my friends are tranny boys. This is fascinating. Those coming from the other side of it don't tend to do it in at all the same way, you see. But her lip was pierced, and she dressed like an only very slightly dykey lesbian, and she noticed me looking at her and smiled at me.
And there was a delightful drunk girl who had a logarithmic spiral tattoo graphed on her shoulder. She explained to me, when I commented on it, that a recent winner of an important mathematical award had found the proof for the proof that all things that are not donut shaped, such as rabbits, are circles. (She promised me that she would botch this, and I promise to botch it further. This not being anything like a computer of my own, I lack the time to find appropriate links, or even fact check.) As soon as he accomplished this, he ran away to live alone in the woods in Russia. A great many governments and companies and other entities would like to employ him now, but he has escaped too thoroughly, and on the rare occasion that they manage to find him, he flatly refuses them. The givers of the award he won were among those who were unable to locate him.
Rain believes that I only write about my scores of conquests. Although I failed to bed either of them in the back hallway against the ice machine or much of anywhere else, I suppose I'm not doing the best job of proving her wrong. The best I can do is save Alex the trouble of asking if I made out with them.
I kind of miss you, internet.
