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        <title>Van Winkle and the Office Fashion Police - Diary of a Corporate Slave - CubicleDweller&apos;s Blog - Bakotopia</title>
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        <description>This morning I woke up a bit congested and out of a very deep medicated sleep.&amp;nbsp; I drifted through my morning routine in a fog and eventually was stepping out of the elevator onto my floor. &amp;nbsp;A woman walked in front of me, and due to the fact that I typically look at the floor as I walk I first noticed her shoes &amp;ndash; fuck me boots. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m talking &amp;ldquo;these boots are made for walking&amp;rdquo; black leather healed boots up to her knees.
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I quickly surveyed this hot mess, working my way up from her shoes to the swirly little short peasant dress she was wearing, had I slept my way to Halloween? &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Geez, I need to lay off the allergy medication&amp;rdquo;, I shook my head and blinked my eyes several times as I watched her rear end move down the hall.&amp;nbsp; Granted she looked pretty hot, what with her dark hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders &amp;hellip; but still &amp;ndash; she looked a bit like this girl I knew who once concocted a similar number for a &amp;ldquo;Communist Christmas&amp;rdquo; Party where she claimed to be &amp;ldquo;Hanoi Jane&amp;rdquo;.&amp;nbsp; As I rounded the corner and took in everyone else dressed in the usual office attire I was assured that I hadn&amp;rsquo;t pulled a Van Winkle and someone just needed to call the office fashion police.</description>
        <itunes:summary>This morning I woke up a bit congested and out of a very deep medicated sleep.&amp;nbsp; I drifted through my morning routine in a fog and eventually was stepping out of the elevator onto my floor. &amp;nbsp;A woman walked in front of me, and due to the fact that I typically look at the floor as I walk I first noticed her shoes &amp;ndash; fuck me boots. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m talking &amp;ldquo;these boots are made for walking&amp;rdquo; black leather healed boots up to her knees.
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I quickly surveyed this hot mess, working my way up from her shoes to the swirly little short peasant dress she was wearing, had I slept my way to Halloween? &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Geez, I need to lay off the allergy medication&amp;rdquo;, I shook my head and blinked my eyes several times as I watched her rear end move down the hall.&amp;nbsp; Granted she looked pretty hot, what with her dark hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders &amp;hellip; but still &amp;ndash; she looked a bit like this girl I knew who once concocted a similar number for a &amp;ldquo;Communist Christmas&amp;rdquo; Party where she claimed to be &amp;ldquo;Hanoi Jane&amp;rdquo;.&amp;nbsp; As I rounded the corner and took in everyone else dressed in the usual office attire I was assured that I hadn&amp;rsquo;t pulled a Van Winkle and someone just needed to call the office fashion police.</itunes:summary>
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                <title>Sep 21,  2007 at 10:09 AM : somebody needs to...</title>
                <description>somebody needs to invent &amp;quot;fuck OFF&amp;quot; boots. I would soooooo wear them.</description>
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                <itunes:summary>somebody needs to invent &amp;quot;fuck OFF&amp;quot; boots. I would soooooo wear them.</itunes:summary>     
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                <title>Sep 22,  2007 at 10:09 AM : haha, these boots were...</title>
                <description>haha, these boots were made for walking boots.....ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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i remember people tripping hard core at work when i showed up in chucks and jeans...granted it was a friday</description>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/CubicleDweller/14941/#c_141649</link>
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                <itunes:summary>haha, these boots were made for walking boots.....ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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i remember people tripping hard core at work when i showed up in chucks and jeans...granted it was a friday</itunes:summary>     
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                <title>Sep 24,  2007 at 09:09 PM : Ha hahah My ex wife...</title>
                <description>Ha hahah My ex wife used to call them bitch boots. haha</description>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/CubicleDweller/14941/#c_142671</link>
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                <itunes:summary>Ha hahah My ex wife used to call them bitch boots. haha</itunes:summary>     
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