A Dud and a Thud

Bills paid, responsibilities met. It's always a load off my mind when the bills are paid because I know that at least I'll have an Internet connection, hot water, and light to read by.

I still haven't heard from the bean counter about my query. If I haven't heard from them by the weekend, then it will be time to work the phone. I hate using the phone because it leaves no record of the conversation or any agreement therefrom, and because I sound like a dolphin being cornholed by a rusty can opener. My voice is soft and meek, and when I'm nervous or excited or tense, it rockets into registers audible only to bats. It's utterly embarrassing and undermines my attempts to be assertive.

If I ever meet a Rammgent, then they will have to speak fluent Beaker.

Speaking of Rammstein:



Ganked from the FuckyeahRammstein Tumblr. Mmmmm. God, but Christoph just oozes toppy Dom when he's dressed as a woman.