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My bank are bastards. Bastards. And they are attempting to give me a heart attack by passing on my details to a collection agency even though I've already arranged with them how I'm paying it back. Have phoned them and they've sorted it out now, but still.

Bastards.

And my job are bastards too, because I'm pretty sure I've been underpaid again. I need to get payslips and sort out my tax, quite possibly. Which, y'know, run up to christmas? Don't need.

Millicon is looking less and less likely, as time goes by.

God damn it, this sucks.


ETA: Just so the post isn't a complete downer... I'd forgotten how good it is to get snippets of fic in your head so insistently that you have to write them at work. *beams*

(no subject)

I was just taught how to put in and take out contact lenses, and I was very mature and very sensible and a very quick learner. I didn't want to embarrass myself in public.

Therefore, I will do it here, instead.



OMG THEY PUT THINGS IN MY EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYES! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!


*clears throat*

Move along.