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Tomorrow is, to quote my father, "one of those millstone birthdays". I might wear a pretty dress because I can.
I am more than halfway through this school program. The actual accounting courses (and other math-based stuff like stats) continue to be alarmingly easy. Business Communications is mostly group work so I kinda hate it even though all the actual people I have grouped with seem adequately lovely.
A couple of weeks ago I interviewed for a bookkeeper position at The Public (an activist design studio). Didn't get it, but they're a neat little company so I link them.
Texts from Mass Effect characters. The ones I find funny are side-splitting. Also still hilarious and hilariously relevant to current fandom pursuits, Erotica Written by an Alien Pretending Not to Be Horrified by the Human Body (I'm a nerd: this alien is more familiar with Terran vertebrates other than humans than I would expect).
I want more tattoos. And to not feel so clumsy walking in heels.
Erika Lust should be president of the world.
P.S. Everything was just a mess.
I am more than halfway through this school program. The actual accounting courses (and other math-based stuff like stats) continue to be alarmingly easy. Business Communications is mostly group work so I kinda hate it even though all the actual people I have grouped with seem adequately lovely.
A couple of weeks ago I interviewed for a bookkeeper position at The Public (an activist design studio). Didn't get it, but they're a neat little company so I link them.
Texts from Mass Effect characters. The ones I find funny are side-splitting. Also still hilarious and hilariously relevant to current fandom pursuits, Erotica Written by an Alien Pretending Not to Be Horrified by the Human Body (I'm a nerd: this alien is more familiar with Terran vertebrates other than humans than I would expect).
I want more tattoos. And to not feel so clumsy walking in heels.
Erika Lust should be president of the world.
P.S. Everything was just a mess.