{ everything's greener; you're still hard to please. }

[delga]

This week is all over the place. I've been back at work for two days - one at each office - and already I feel a little-- not overwhelmed. Just. Fuck, you should have seen my in tray. Sub office tomorrow, again, this time for training. Hoping to get some contracts done in the morning. Who knows. Today one of my co-workers spilt her tea and wrecked a PC. Like. I didn't know that happened outside bad English sitcoms.

And then, on the train, I was accosted by this Pakistani woman whose life story I now know. She was very, very sweet, and seems to be having a hard time, but she did have the time to tell me that I need to take care of my skin if I'm looking for a husband. Good thing I'm not, eh?

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Ahahahaha, Weeds. There were parts of this week's that I had to skip (fuck, Andy, CUT IT OUT) but still: love. This. Show. Random fascination with Hunter Parish's fucking jawline has yet to dissipate. I am finding it upsetting.

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I have The Weepies' new album! It is the loveliest, d'aw.

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Tomorrow, The Sister and I are going out for pre-uni dinner with rv_icons, and I anticipate great lols. Also, last week I was in Edinburgh, and this still isn't the post where I talk about that!

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Ficathon fic: not written, of course. I should work on that.