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Every time I read a book about British people I feel compelled to drink copious amounts of tea because on every other darn page someone's put the kettle on or is sitting down for a cuppa. This past week I read Tipping the Velvet...because I'd bought it ages ago when I saw the BBC mini-series, but never got around to reading it and the Lesbian Guild would kick me out if I let it go any longer (great book by the way). Of course, I had to go back and watch the movie again to compare it to the book because I'm such a dork (and because Keeley Hawes and Rachael Stirling are so damn priddy). So tonight I broke down and brewed myself up a pot of decaffeinated Earl Grey to satiate my undying thirst. I mean, really, I drank SO much tea when I read Angela's Ashes. Oh my God guys, you have no idea. At least when I read that book it was February and hot tea was appropriate.
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The other day Momma D went to pick up a prescription at my former place of employment and apparently practically everybody misses me. I don't think El D-bag misses me much, but he's a fuckface and I don't take the opinions of fuckfaces into consideration. I've always meant to call one or two of them, but I'm really really not a phone person and I didn't want to call up people just to talk about myself even though I've been dying to know how everyone reacted to my departure. Anyway. I got this card in the mail from a bunch the gals at work (that I'm pretty sure Blondie instigated because she's like that and she's also head of the Party Planning Committee so that would make sense) which was very sweet. One of the girls included her email so I fired off a quick reply so she could let the proper people know that I'll be in touch. I do miss those guys.
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The other day Momma D went to pick up a prescription at my former place of employment and apparently practically everybody misses me. I don't think El D-bag misses me much, but he's a fuckface and I don't take the opinions of fuckfaces into consideration. I've always meant to call one or two of them, but I'm really really not a phone person and I didn't want to call up people just to talk about myself even though I've been dying to know how everyone reacted to my departure. Anyway. I got this card in the mail from a bunch the gals at work (that I'm pretty sure Blondie instigated because she's like that and she's also head of the Party Planning Committee so that would make sense) which was very sweet. One of the girls included her email so I fired off a quick reply so she could let the proper people know that I'll be in touch. I do miss those guys.