One thing I've been hating lately is people who spell their name in a clever way. Like "Thom." No, your name is Tom and you need to get over it. Or "Xeri" for Sherry. I usually dig when names are spelled differently, but when I hear on the phone "I'm Sam Smith and I want to order" and I'm rudely told, "No, NOT Sam Smith! It's Shyam Smyphth!" like I'm the fucktard, I get annoyed. (Sorry to any Shyam Smyphths out there). Of course, it could be worse. They could spell Sam Smith "P-e-t-e-r-W-i-l-s-o-n."
On an unrelated note, my printer is having another panic attack and isn't sure it can print a page. Lovely how technology can replace just about anything in life.
An Erinku:
cellophane
shiny
from distance
like the sun
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