RocketJim's

Of Evil Twins, Leg Hair and My Lovely Stockings

I got my lovely work stockings ripped by an inconsiderate Japanese crew. Apparently it takes 3 years to say "excuse me". The edge of the cart door caught my right side and tore a hole in it. I kept quiet and suddenly she looked worried.

On rare occasions when I get mighty pissed at incompetent minions, my evil twin comes up. She doesn't do much anyway; she just give people looks. Usually it sends them off scurrying looking for tributes. Fortunately the Dalai Lama in me takes over very fast and then I forgive the minion. Afterall, it's done. I wish my evil twin comes up alot more. Then, I don't have to worry about coping with negative emotions.

Damn, I hate it when my stockings get ruined. I love them so much I pretty much developed a fetish for them. Plain work ones, fishnets, laced, knee length or with swaroski crytals, I love my stockings. Woe to the people who accidently rip them. Pfffft.

On a brighter note, this was my most mature conversation in New York ever.

RJ: Oooo hot. Nice legs.
Angel: Huh? She has tree stumps for legs lor.
RJ: Duh I meant the guy. He has lovely leg hair....and very well set off by his bermudas.
Angel: *shellshocked* Hahahaha my god!! May! You are so weird! Yucks.
RJ: I don't see why you are more 'normal' prefering men with no leg hair or whatsoever. That's nasty.
Angel: Eeeee!! My boyfriend has hardly any leg hair and I prefer it that way.
RJ: Facial hair, arm hair, leg hair...I got no problems with it.
Angel: Hehe, like that ar?

As usual, when I make a point like that, Life would have an Indian man or some nasty hirsute (meaning extremely shaggy) cult leader walking past me to reinforce my point 500%.

You get my drift. I love my my men with body hair but they don't need to look like freaking Osama.