2004-01-14 - 8:40 p.m.

Lick Me.

I’ve been in an evil fucking mood lately. Everybody’s pissing me the fuck off. I think it’s because of the UTTER LACK OF FUCKING SUN! Jesus Fictional Christ – this is re-goddamn-diculous.

Today the office had a draw for one of 7 womens Roots t-shirts. I entered anyhow. My keeper could use it for painting or plastering or cowmilking or whatever the fuck it is she does for a living. And I was the only man to win.

Which everyone found funny for some fucking reason. Even one of the creative lacky’s downstairs sent his congratu-fucking-lations on behalf of the entire Northwest division. Fuck me, s’not like I showed them my fuckin’ tits or somethin’.

So I went into my office and removed my polyesters and dawned the mighty fucking small T and wore it for the remainder of the afternoon, taking two meetings in it. I looked like the Poolboy (ferget his name…played by Hank Azaria) from The Birdcage.

It was a fucking belly-top on me, but I caught the Younglings and a couple of the Cre-Gay-tives looking at my midrift and it made me feel pretty and sexy and entirely glad I’d worn women’s underwear this morning.

3 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

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