He shaved off his stain-stache and didn't bleed once! I'm so proud of him.
There is a dude at my workplace named Chundra (or something...that's how it's pronounced) who spends his days washing dishes in the back. But this dude is no ordinary dish washer. He is a dude with albinism! He is an albino! His hair, eyebrows and eyelashes are white as the driven snow; his skin is like a powdered baby. And his eyes...oh, his eyes are the deep blood-red of a fine Italian wine. I feel kind of racist talking about him like this--an object for the ogling. But seriously, when I first met him I was inspired with a kindergarten-like fascination. And really, he is a wonderful lad, and a great conversationalist. I love hanging round him.
I was going to write something about the kindly homeless man who comes in every so often for a coffee and hangs around until he's read everything there is to read, and the wonderful British woman who works at the perfume/lotion counter at Shopper's Drug Mart. Oh look! I already have. I think I like my work.
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7 comments:
you have the best blog ever!
Shut up kesinee!
Yay!
I've always wished that I had albinism... I would be unique AND have an excuse for being this pale (well, one BESIDES anemia :D)!
yay, people. Funny thing, I'm at school everyday (except Sunday. Shudder. I can't wait till next term) with thousands of people, and you're at work a few days a week with tens of people, and yet you're the one who gets to see the most humanity. Institutions are evil.
agreeeeeeeeeed! But at the same time, I enjoy myself here! strange how that works out!
Nomad, you always have swell posts, and then I never know what to comment on, so then I never comment, even though I read your post. That was reasonably....circular. But yes. I am going to see you sooooon! *grin* And I, for once, am off to update mon own blog, hoohah!
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