Strange things exist. Today I found about about communities called
anorexicqueen,
proanorexia, and
911pixie where stupid kids discuss how much they've been starving.
Stangel and mine desks face each-other and we communicate by talking and ICQ, the latter mostly used for links and quotes. He just sent me a link to
Body Bouncer that is supposed to be some kind of a sex chair, but I can't figure it out.
I'll prolly start working as a.... inom hemtjänsten, a service that provides old people who still live at home with working-class women who do everything from changing diapers to brewing coffee. I think I've already bored Stangel to death with my fresh working-class-contact experiences, but it was really interesting to meet my future (prolly) co-workers. People hardly ever think about social classes, but it's not like they don't exist. The old ladies were really cool.