Clever

Debacle. (Please pronounce this word in your best faux-French accent.)

This is a horrible thing that happened to me yesterday. (I very much prefer to use the passive voice in this case.) Mid-afternoon, I had just arrived home from work, I was talking with Liza on the phone, and I was starving. And I took this very hot Trader Joe's Curried Lentils microwave meal out of said microwave with one hand, and I dropped it. And then I said naughty words because that shit went flying everywhere. But eventually I was able to mop it all up and laugh it off. My little shoebox apartment still smells quite exotic though.

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I got an Easter basket today. I can't remember the last time that I had an Easter basket. Only really, really special people give you Easter baskets. It contained a bottle of bubbles (Super Miracle Bubbles with a really fancy wand!), as every decent Easter basket should. I was thrilled and humbled.

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I got in trouble yesterday for wearing blue corduroys to work. My supervisor said, "You know you can't wear jeans to work, even on Saturday." And I said, "These aren't jeans. They are cords." And she said "You can't wear those either." And I said, "Since when?" And she said, "It is in the dress code." And I said, "No, it isn't." And she said, "I'll be right back." And she came back like five minutes later with an ancient copy of the bank's dress code and said, "I know this isn't the most recent version of the dress code, but here it is, 'No Corduroys.'" And I looked at her like she was a crazy person and said, "Okay."

The thing is, the men at our bank have to wear a dress shirt and tie to work every day of the week. And the girls? Most of them wear tee shirts (which they call "blouses," ha) and ugly pants. Sexist community bank. Those girls should have to wear skirts or jaunty neck scarves or something equally penal.

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I got a missed connection at work the other day! (This is no great feat, as I work in one of the gayest neighborhoods in the universe. In fact, if I never got a missed connection there, I'd be a pretty terrible gay.)

We are gonna go out for sushi. Oooh, fun!

Currently thinking about the motion picture that I watched last night called

An Education

which really pulls you in to what seems like a pretty pervy premise, kinda convinces you, and then slams you on your ass. Great movie.