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June 26, 2002-8:05 p.m. I got chided at work today for not updating, y�all. It seems certain coworkers have come to expect a new diary entry every morning to start out their day. When you are reading this remember that you asked for it, okay? Today as I was going to the break room, I spied one of our favorite old fashion faux pas. That�s right, just in time for the celebration of our nation�s independence, she�s back�That Damned White Hose Girl! I thought because it had been a while since we had seen the white hose, that perhaps they were gone or forgotten like a passing fad�think Furbee�but alas, it was not to be. Today�s presentation, accompanied by a red plaid jumperish mini-dress, afforded us a generous and might I say, blinding, view of their snow-white glamour. Today as with all other days, the hose were paired with the heeled black Mary Janes. While I�m on the subject of fashion faux pas, allow me to introduce to you another in the seemingly endless supply of poorly attired coworkers. This woman is referred to as the �Retired Porn Star� because of her provocative way of dressing and the fact that she�s a bit flabby for some of the skintight outfits she prefers. No. I didn�t give her this nickname. It was Joe Blow who coined this name. I prefer to think of her as �John Waters� because she outlines her lips but doesn�t wear lipstick and she embellishes her upper lip by drawing the outline well above her actual lip line giving her the illusion of a tiny pencil-thin moustache. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only one who knows who I�m talking about when I say �John Waters� so I�m forced to use the nickname Joe coined, and then everyone immediately knows who I mean. Today, at the end of June, when it is still 90� at 9 at night, she is wearing a long-sleeved black dress that buttons all the way down the front. She has a few buttons in the middle buttoned and she has paired this with black suede boots! This being Texas, if they were cowboy boots, I�d cut her some slack. If they were suede cowboy boots, I�d have some reservations but I�d probably still let it slide. They aren�t, though. They are the same sort of black boots the rest of us fashion slaves quit wearing in about March. You would think for the sake of comfort alone, she�d find more appropriate footwear. They�ve got to be hot. And I bet they smell, too.
**Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
