Saturday, March 21, 2009

Diagnosis confirmed

:I saw xxxx (again!) this morning. I gave him a slightly edited and spelling corrected (btw, its amazing how spelling words correctly, ergo,Hippocratic and facilitate; especially when combined with a pointed turn of phase, eg"gratuitously pathologising the transgendered" adds to ones credibility, hey) version of my update to you, which he appreciated. I guess it saved time with dead ends; we covered lots of ground.

Having a cute haircut, subtle but gasp, yes, painted nails and looking stylishly sharp in tastefull androgynous casual (well faded denim stove pipe hipsters, black shoes, tight long sleeved navy rashi offset with real (balinese/nepali/tibetan) silver bangles all toned down with da chinese"only on weekends am I a S&M punk" two tone black overzipped cloth jacket also seemed to have the desired effect; blew me right past the sargasso sea of "doomed to float here forever with the other gender wrecks" into the strong southwest winds of "there is nothing that much wrong", "hey, we understand each other, yes, imo,you have got it right, and btw, here is your referral to chemical engineering" Humbolt current."

So I havent changed my mind, no...

That is all. there is a lesson here.....yr got to be true to yourself...

The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things most shameful and vile. 

Plato

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