As many of my regular readers probably know, I sit in an office of mostly gay men. This, we all admit, is statistically improbable yet continues despite the reshuffling of students moving in and out of the office.

I confess to being a bit of a bitch lately as my stress levels have been roaring off the charts, what with work being so Hellish and all. Normally one should be quite thrilled with repeated interruptions of "Seriously though, did I tell you how hot the guys in Sweden really were? So tall and blonde, just amazing. Really fit. It was the best holiday ever, I can't wait to go back," but me being so edgy I think I might not have been as welcome to this information the fourteenth time as I was the first.

In a way of apologizing without really saying it, I presented to them this:

The Abercrombie and Fitch website. This and the catalogue are the essentially nothing more than all-American, mainstream, hot, fraternity-endorsed, gay porn.

They were thrilled and invited me out tomorrow night. Bonds of friendship renewed, I can't wait to hear all about Nordic men for four hours straight.