tiresome bank business
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 1999.10.20
I called the bank fukkas. They told me to go to my branch for a copy of the letter of standing. I said to myself 'Yeah, I bet'.
twenty-eight years and a million words
I called the bank fukkas. They told me to go to my branch for a copy of the letter of standing. I said to myself 'Yeah, I bet'.
If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.
—William Morris