My (clean) pile of laundry almost, but not quite, touches the ceiling. Also, I finally found my notebook - the one where I've been keeping my work notes, but have been forgetting to bring back to work for the past week - underneath my nifty-lookin' but heavy PVC one-legged pant-skirt.
Bad notebook. Grr.
I don't really have anything much to say - putting off transcribing notebook stuff - so instead...
You are a Gender Nazi. Your boundary-crossing
lifestyle inspires awe in your friends and
colleagues. Or maybe they're just scared you
will kick their asses for using gender-specific
language. Either way, the wife-beater helps.
What kind of postmodernist are you!?
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Yuh huh, riiiight - and wife-beater, my ass. (Interestingly, if I'm a fan of Lum, I become a cyberfloozie.)