we just got back from london yesterday. i'm not in the mood for capital letters.
today i wanted to quit my job very badly, because 1. i had the worst cramps in the whole world, and 2. my boss left a shitload of notes on 3 fold-up pieces that go in boxes, wanting me to add certain colors (against the concept) and move a certain picture (pointless) and make fonts bigger (ugly), and squish everything else on the back, even though there is no room, because he doesn't want to pay more to print it nicely, and all of these suggestions will make it crowded and cheaper looking. i imagined a generic bridge-burning scene, where i would throw the papers at him while yelling "fuck this shit" and then i would storm out and diarrhea on the ground, because my stomach hurt.
but then i got the tablet.
its name is mother theresa jr.
i've been so happy since i installed it, and now i cannot quit my job, for i could get in trouble if i stole mother theresa jr. from the office, and i cannot part ways with her. this is true luv. my boss is pretty nice, actually.
in london they always ask where the "toilets" are. you would think they would say "restrooms" because that sounds classier and more brit-like. you would also think they would use elevator instead of lift, because it sounds more intelligent and proper, but nope.
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