Dear Diary . . . day by day

Friday, August 18th - Funny in Pants
I am wearing my nice linen pants today. When I bought these back in Indiana, I considered it quite the splurge; they cost about $50 and are dry-clean only, but they look very nice when coupled with a navy-blue, short-sleeved summer sweater. I look like I have a job; usually I look like I sell beaded doodads on Telegraph Avenue, or read auras or something. Not that those aren't jobs; but self-employment is a separate category. If you've ever applied for a loan, you know this.
Anyway, Krista gave a look just now and said, "Oh, you look different. You never wear pants, do you?" Nope. I wear skirts - long flowy skirts or short, flippy skirts. Or I'll wear shorts, which are like short flippy skirts with modesty panels covering your crotch. On rare occasions, usually in the rainy winter months, you'll see me in jeans (I also wear jeans to visit Kimio, who lives in, well, the ghetto). But I never ever wear pants.
I think the reason is that I can wear whatever I like here at work. And pants are professional wear. Really. I have an entire drawer full of pants that I haven't worn since I worked at Smurfit and had to look "professional". Pants don't give like skirts, shorts or even jeans. Pants like to cut you in the waist and/or hips. Pants don't let your legs breathe. Pants make your butt sweat.
I don't know what exactly possesed me to rant on here about wearing pants today. I think the word is soothing to me: pants! I like the double meaning. It also sounds absurd, especially when repeated over and over in a singsong: pants-pants-pants! It is reminicient of the dog days of summer and sweaty bedroom nights in the dead of winter. David Letterman's production company has the word "pants" in it, I believe. Yay, pants.
Ok, if you want to know the real reason I am writing about pants today, it's because if I wrote about how pissy I am with my whole work situation, I very well might get fired. Which, despite my desire to leave this place, would still be a bad thing. So, you get pants. Aren't you so very excited now?
This entry is dedicated to Kellie "Fondue" Kramer. See what you did?
Exercise log:
Lifted weights - legs day, oof! Then some abs. Then a rockin' 15 minutes on the Precor elliptical machine. All before writing class. Awesome.
Writing log:

I'm currently reading:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier
The Clewiston Test by Kate Wilhelm
oh so slowly:
Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand by Samuel R. Delany

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