I think I need a little more time breaking this thing in. Owie owie owie! I guess that's what I get for wanting this level of solidity all day long. Forces don't just come from nowhere; my body is the anchor point(s); there's no free lunch.
Maybe until I get used to it I should change in the middle of the day.
Boss: "I need to talk to you about the Linux project."
CJ: "Let me change clothes first."
Think that would go over well in a professional environment? :-)
Maybe until I get used to it I should change in the middle of the day.
Boss: "I need to talk to you about the Linux project."
CJ: "Let me change clothes first."
Think that would go over well in a professional environment? :-)
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(so jealous of women who *choose* to wear bras)
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I really feel like there are three sexes. Men, women, and People Who Have To Actively Manage Their Boobage. Men, women, and People Whose Hips Are More Than 13" Larger Than Their Waists (pants will never fit). Men, women, and People With Major Crippling Abdominal Pain. It's sort of like there's a continuum: man -> woman -> this.
I want a sex change. I'd be okay with being a woman.
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That's it. I'm a SPACE ALIEN.
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