I picked a bad week for Skirt Week, in which I wear a skirt every day. It’s all a part of Operation: Spring – I’ve decided that I’ve had entirely enough of winter, so it’s time for it to be spring. I’ve done the spring cleaning, I’m wearing spring clothes – all that’s left is for me to go into heat and start humping everything in sight. Spring will come, and it will come soon. I know this, because I shaved my legs. If that doesn’t equal spring, I don’t know what does.

I am disgustingly busy at work, and I don’t much care for it at all. We have a new guy starting today too, and I’m supposed to somehow bring him up to astronaut speed all while solving the problems of the known universe. Seriously, I don’t make enough chickens for this kind of stress. I take my amusements where I can get them though; I’ve been stalking our fresh meat through his blog. He’s far braver than I – he listed his blog on his resume, whereas I tend to try to hide mine until after they’ve offered me the job. Something about my being wholly inappropriate .. I don’t know what that’s all about. It might have something to do with my tendency to talk about my lady parts at every opportunity, but it could be a racial thing too. Everyone is trying to keep the half-Malaysian half-Canadian race DOWN. Damn the man! Damn the man with my vagina!

Frankly, I rather like being inappropriate. It sure beats the alternative – besides, I have nowhere to put a white picket fence.

BACK TO SPACE WITH ME!