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I'm struggling to paint myself as normal at work. Whenever people ask me what I did for my weekend, answers such as 'trolling and writing slashfic' don't really go down well. Still, my colleagues are pretty nice and we like to chatter first thing of a morning.

I ended up sending a mortified e-mail to mothergoddamn yesterday when I managed to turn even that into something weird:


Costs guy (to secretary): So, who do you think's the worst dictator?
Me: Stalin, surely! He killed so many of his own people! *geeky readiness to recount entire life story*
Costs guy: That's great, but I meant dictation-wise.


I keep doing stuff like this! I clearly need to be surrounded by angry Catalans again: they always want to discuss history and war.

To be fair, Costs Guy also loves history and literature. He just plays better at hiding his ennui. :D


ETA: 
THIS IS MY LAST POST IN WHICH I AM TWENTYSOMETHING. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT OMG OMG! Stay tuned for talk of mortgages and ~This Life~. Mwah!