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Friday, November 12, 2004
the birth of frost: Ugh, fuck, good lord
So. Um. I honestly don't know how to say this.
I like, just totally saw my boss' penis.
In my new, current job I am again working for a gay man. Because I can't escape them. But at least this one is out of the closet and boyfriended, as opposed to the one that was married with children, so perhaps salary isn't the only area I'm making some improvement in.
So I'm tip-tap-typing away on the computer when boss-man gives me a call to write his boyfriend an email asking him when he's flying back out of the country. Because apparently his boyfriend is a-la alien visitor from Amsterdam. So I scurry away to the address book to pull up his contact information with an email address, and what should I find in the 'website' box but a link to a profile on http://gaydar.co.uk/.
Worse. Intriguingly so. The address had just been cut and pasted from the website when he was accessing the profile through his account, so not only was his boyfriend's screenname there, but my boss' as well.
I told myself NO. I know gay people. I AM gay people. I know the kinds of nasty, greasy things they say about themselves on personals profiles. I knew I didn't want to have this much intimate knowledge about the person who will be sticking a signature on my paychecks.
So I typed in the address. Searched for the screenname.
And there it was in all its 250x140 pixilated glory. My boss' headless torso, holding a gigantic erect penis.
For any of you fuckers who still don't believe my life is a cleverly orchestrated universal sitcom for the gods, CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW??
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