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pezWhich blasted idiot sends people invoices but don't include payment details? Oh, the sort of idiots I have to deal with. You'd think, as they're asking for your money, they'd tell you how to pay!
Stomach hurted. It didn't agree with my dad's dinner, I think.
One thing I hate about train travel - having to listen to people talk. For a long time. I now deliberately avoid a certain carriage because I know there are 3 people who always get on that carriage from a stop on the train I take and they are the most annoying talkers ever. And today, a pair of women sat on my carriage and the way one of them talked... she must've used the word "like" every 20 words and "and stuff" every 30. It was like, totally doing my head in and stuff. I miss my PezPod so much. T_T
Yesterday on the tube, there was a couple who would not stop smooching each other's faces from Liverpool Street to Mile End. They literally could not keep their lips off each other's faces. Which, yanno, whutevar, but they weren't kissing, they were SMOOCHING, complete with loud, wet noises. It was vile.
Now I go bathe because I stink. Have blisters on my feet and it's going to hurt, but there's a price to pay for unstinking oneself.
[edit] Anita Roddick died.
[edit2] Oh, Renji, I love you, but please get out of my head. I don't need any more fic ideas.
Stomach hurted. It didn't agree with my dad's dinner, I think.
One thing I hate about train travel - having to listen to people talk. For a long time. I now deliberately avoid a certain carriage because I know there are 3 people who always get on that carriage from a stop on the train I take and they are the most annoying talkers ever. And today, a pair of women sat on my carriage and the way one of them talked... she must've used the word "like" every 20 words and "and stuff" every 30. It was like, totally doing my head in and stuff. I miss my PezPod so much. T_T
Yesterday on the tube, there was a couple who would not stop smooching each other's faces from Liverpool Street to Mile End. They literally could not keep their lips off each other's faces. Which, yanno, whutevar, but they weren't kissing, they were SMOOCHING, complete with loud, wet noises. It was vile.
Now I go bathe because I stink. Have blisters on my feet and it's going to hurt, but there's a price to pay for unstinking oneself.
[edit] Anita Roddick died.
[edit2] Oh, Renji, I love you, but please get out of my head. I don't need any more fic ideas.
