Out of shape

I am out of shape. Diarizing shape. I've tried to keep it up by plugging away at Myspace from time to time, but it's so inhibiting because those people know me in real life and ugh

Like, I wanted to write about how at my job, my boss insists on treating me like a lady, as in he'll say stuff like:

"I told [co-worker] to clean the bathroom because you can't leave pee crusted on the seat when you work with a lady,"

or

"Did you see Jimmy Kimmel last night? No? It was hilarious, they....uh, never mind. It's not something I could say to a lady, "

or

"Fu- sorry. I shouldn't use that language around a lady."

and it kind of makes me want to be a lady, like crossing my legs at the ankle and arranging my skirts just so and just generally affecting an air of modesty and propriety. However, this goes counter to my natural inclinations in a big way. So the real hilarity comes from the juxtaposition of my boss being all ~delicate~ and me running around all FUCK and PERIOD and GIANT THROBBING COCKS and so on. And yet, he persists!