tomorrow i start part-time job #2. i have purchased clothing, which i hope to be suitable, and will have to — get this — shave my legs. yes, that’s correct. i’m wearing … pantyhose tomorrow. well, clients are coming. so yeah, i’m … this is all so strange. i’m going to be wearing a charcoal grey skirt, rather long, a taupe sweater-top, grey hose, and sensible shoes (black). i’ll be getting in my grey buick, and commuting. to, er, westlake. westlake village. (you have to be from here to understand what i mean, it’s a … fashionable enclave or somesuch, ok?) um. i. um. i’m not a yuppie, ok? i’m still a total rebel, without a clue even (i heard that song today, it made me happy). really. hey, those stretchy khaki pants i bought today? have kind of goldish shinyness to them. that’s right, shiny pants. that’s kinda different, right?