2004-01-09 - 9:25 p.m.
I am icked out by these mannequins in a window near my work that have, not high-heeled shoes, but high-heeled *feet*. Their legs terminate in these flesh-coloured appendages that are shaped like women's shoes with platform heels, only they still have toes and everything. Whoever dressed the windows has tied jaunty red ribbons around their ankles, since they couldn't actually put real shoes on them, and that somehow just makes it worse. The whole thing is very, very *wrong*.
Though perhaps I should be careful what I say. I was watching a show the other day about competitive body-builders, and thinking "god, how can anyone find those greasy pumped-up fake-tanned lumpy veiny bodies in any way attractive, they're totally grotesque!" But as someone who has been attracted to dwarves, tattooed ladies, and someone with an artificial limb, I should probably not go throwing any stones. Perhaps they're are some foot/shoe fetishists out there who would totally go to pieces over someone with high-heeled feet.
It's been bitter bitter cold the last couple of days here - minus 36 with the wind-chill yesterday, and I woke up the last couple of mornings with a thickish layer of frost on the inside of my windows. This I do not enjoy. I must remember to never, ever move to the prairies. And? Oh my *god*, it wreaks *havoc* with my *hair*.Yes, I am shallow. But I find it demoralising to go around looking like a poodle whose fur someone had made a half-hearted effort to straighten but given up on half-way through, so that it doesn't actually curl properly but does this weird dry frizzy lie-flat-on-top but stick-out-in-a-pyramid-shape-around-the-rest-of-my-head thing.
I've been finding it immensely difficult to get back into work this week. I could have happily stayed abed pretty much the entire time, and have managed to be more or less completely unproductive. And the dark knowledge that the holiday season is over and a long dark statutory-holiday-free February is around the corner is making everyone schlep around like their dog just died. I don't think I want to keep working for the government - I can't take how crisis-driven the whole thing is. Time to try and rethink my life again, I guess...
