So glad tomorrow is Friday

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I fuckinug HATE HATE HATE inconsiderate people. And I really fucking hate people who know they're inconsiderate but think it's okay b/c they're more special than everyone else. The stop time is FOUR you do not FUCKING WALK IN AT TWO TO FIVE AND DUMP AN HOUR'S WORTH OF WORK ON US. And they do this b/c it's in our contract that we do complaints come hell, highwater or assholes.

So was late catching my bus (sup let me leave to catch it), then the asshole did'nt stop because I wasn't close enough to the curb (it was RAINING) and b/c I had to run I put my phone in the net pocket of my bag and then it started raining and I forgot so now my phone is fried. Oh thank the gods it dried out or something. *whew*

Much Arghness right now. I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday, so so glad I don't have to work Saturday and eternally grateful that I have four days of next week off.




I don't even know where to start. I'm nearly a hundred pages in, and one part made me crack up so bad my boss was giving me O_o looks and then another chunk killed me on the bus and the whole bus kind of moved away from me XD XD What were they? Oh, yeah. There are more clever scenes but these made me giggle madly:

At lunch:

A heavy bass beat began to thump through the Bentley as they sped past Heathrow.

"I don't recognize this," he said. "What is it?"

"It's Tchaikovsky's 'Another One Bites the Dust,' " said Crowley, closing his eyese as they went through Slough.


On the bus:

"All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that."

"Terrible"

"Nothing but dust and fundamentalists."

*falls over giggling again* I don't know why they kill me, they just do.

Oh yeah: Anyone who tried to tell me Crowley and Aziraphale are *not* cannon has rocks in their head. XD XD XD

I knew I'd love this book - I think that's why I always put it off. I wanted it for the proverbial rainy day.