It is incredible the extent to which a dress code implies heterosexuality. It's casual dress day here at the office, and all of a sudden I realize how many gay folk there actually are here.
Basia is my not my real name, but it is the name of my namesake. Basia-my-Great-Grandmother was bounced all over the world like a pea on a drum and generally seemed to be a tough old bird. I like to think of her when I'm feeling down and out.
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