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maybe it's a bliss of another kind....
I went to title my car today (for the second time. See, on Friday, I needed the signature on the front of the title. Now I've got that), and was told that they couldn't. Apparently, the mileage the car had AT THE TIME IT WAS REPOSESSED was not recorded, and, therefore, I have to call Saturn AGAIN. I'm really pissed about this, and tempted to demand a refund on the 90 dollars they charged as their 'document processing fee'. I mean, hello? THIS IS WHAT THAT'S SUPPOSED TO COVER, YOU INCOMPETENTS!
Some of the second notice declarations were printed on... card stock. Exactly 100, to be precise. So we have some... extra STURDY declarations. No coffee can destroy them...
....Matrix is shaking his fist at the printer. I probably should worry. Perhaps it's been flashing him porn, or something.
Speaking of porn, I wrote several scenes worth of smut in my head at work today. Let me tell you, it's not good for your standing in the office when you occasionally mutter "Shower nookie!" and giggle maniacally. At least, where I am, it isn't.
Hrm. There's chocolate downstairs.
Some of the second notice declarations were printed on... card stock. Exactly 100, to be precise. So we have some... extra STURDY declarations. No coffee can destroy them...
....Matrix is shaking his fist at the printer. I probably should worry. Perhaps it's been flashing him porn, or something.
Speaking of porn, I wrote several scenes worth of smut in my head at work today. Let me tell you, it's not good for your standing in the office when you occasionally mutter "Shower nookie!" and giggle maniacally. At least, where I am, it isn't.
Hrm. There's chocolate downstairs.