My room has all the flair of a filing cabinet in it's office-decor setup. I've become all too used to having absolutely no home decorations and it shows.
The new headquarters for Studio Sigma Films, Ltd. is centered, firmly placed, between manila-folder beige and xerox-machine grey.
No luck today finding a new antique typewriter. I did, however, find myself interested in the Hollywood Automat [stainless steel] Splicer (8mm.16mm) and ended up purchasing it (leading me to find that money, albeit necessary, has fucked me in my unwilling ass).
Bank of America's WorldPoints Credit Card department has been returning my payments due to an "error in your account number". I then scheduled a payment for $110 USD and realised that, "Fuck. I owe a shit-ton of cash this month and upcoming.
To remedy this, I've decided to file suit against the woman who placed me in a great amount of pain. [Note: for those not "in the know", I was struck by a vehicle on my way to work, whilst on bicycle, by a truck. Really, I was the one who struck the truck, having nowhere else to go; other than into traffic; when she decided to barge in front of me in the bicycle lane and proceed to turn ever so slowly. I went under the truck and was pinned, gladly realising (before screaming like a 10 year-old girl) that she had stopped.]
This suit should appropriate (yes, seize) me a minimum of $5000 USD, equaling enough for me to pay of all debts and purchase an much needed automobile.
Things were so much easier when I was rich.
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