i want to go home

First of all, my new phone sounds like it will be awesome. I'm going to try to call T-Mobile tomorrow evening to sort it (contract doesn't run out till a week tomorrow, but the sooner I get it done the better). Hopefully I will be able to speak to an actual person this time rather than wading through a million automated menus to get where I want to be.

(I'm not the only one who hates those, right? I mean, first off they're confusing, and secondly, I never hear every single option on first listen. UGH. I mean, I'm no good at speaking to people on the phone at the best of times, so you would think this would be a dream come true? Wrong. They're worse than people).

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I started smoking again today. Which is not good news (and hence the stupid tag, but I'm going to go back and retag all previous attempts to give up with it because it makes me lol). But I nearly flaked out at work this morning, and that was not fun. So. For the time being I am still a smoker (although I managed two and a half weeks this time which, while not my personal best, was better than the last time I tried to give up - which was for a whole week).

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I started writing what I hope might be a interesting post about languages this morning - spurred by a) never finding a language I didn't like the sound of and b) being able to tell you the derivation of the word "bint". So maybe it will turn out to be something interesting, and maybe it won't. Who knows?

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Dear people of the world (particularly in HX3 and OL14),

Please to be cleaning up your dog shit after said animal has taken a dump. Particularly if it's on a fucking FOOTPATH or where children play. I know it's yucky and disgusting, and I hate doing it as much as you do, but you'd be the first one to complain if you stood in it, or your ten year old came home covered in it.

I don't want to play dodge the dog shit on an already slippy footpath of a morning on my way to work, nor on my way home either. It takes less than a bloody minute to get rid of it. So please, for the love of god (or something). PLEASE.

No love whatsoever,
Me

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What got me thinking about languages, by the way (aside from the fact that I actually think about them and how in love with words I am all the freaking time), is saying to my mum that I'd love to teach one of my friends how to use grammar properly (because she was never taught it at school - or, at least, not correctly). And also that once upon a time I did vaguely plan on teaching English as a foreign language (mind you, now I know I couldn't handle a classroom of either children or adults and I have zero patience).