I guess I'll just go knit something.
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monkeybobert left today, after we both learned to drive a TRUCK (truck) of largness and hugeitude, specifically the biggest vehicle I've ever driven.
Anyway, so we were watching Veronica Mars while we put shit together in my room, and I've been marathoning it since she left. And slap me with Cosmo Style from my housemate Lisa's room, but uhh...it doesn't seem as bad to me as it did at the time. I mean, some of the stuff is still largely irrelevant, and there's all those loose emdomgs...endings. Sorry, I was looking at the screen and wanting to scream at Logan and Hannah touching, and it KILLS ME INSIDE that Beaver (his name is Cassidy) is so hot and looks so much like Don BUT EVIL. Anyway, uh...it's better than I remembered. It was a good purchase.
I also set up a queue at GreenCine, which is like Netflix, but not an evil serving-the-man corporation. Besides, when Netflix doesn't the masterpiece that is "JSA," you cannot expect someone who worked at Four Star to rent from them.
And I miss Four Star. And I miss having posters that don't fall down every two minutes.
Virginia: EVERYONE has vanity plates. Many of them start with "RD." Like "RDHOTZZ" or "RDNECK." Yeah.
Williamsburg: It will never ever rain here. Ever.
My housemates: From what little I've seen of them, but they are both my complete opposites, and Diane, who was psyched that WOOOO our landlord left us beer, got to watch me back into that car and heard me shout "How many times can this happen to one person?!" like a moron, so now she probably thinks I'm a car-totalling maniac. And Lisa is...tall. And I haven't spent more than three minutes with either of them.
And I'm thinking about trying to make a friend next door.
...you know...after this episode.
monkeybobert left today, after we both learned to drive a TRUCK (truck) of largness and hugeitude, specifically the biggest vehicle I've ever driven.Anyway, so we were watching Veronica Mars while we put shit together in my room, and I've been marathoning it since she left. And slap me with Cosmo Style from my housemate Lisa's room, but uhh...it doesn't seem as bad to me as it did at the time. I mean, some of the stuff is still largely irrelevant, and there's all those loose emdomgs...endings. Sorry, I was looking at the screen and wanting to scream at Logan and Hannah touching, and it KILLS ME INSIDE that Beaver (his name is Cassidy) is so hot and looks so much like Don BUT EVIL. Anyway, uh...it's better than I remembered. It was a good purchase.
I also set up a queue at GreenCine, which is like Netflix, but not an evil serving-the-man corporation. Besides, when Netflix doesn't the masterpiece that is "JSA," you cannot expect someone who worked at Four Star to rent from them.
And I miss Four Star. And I miss having posters that don't fall down every two minutes.
Virginia: EVERYONE has vanity plates. Many of them start with "RD." Like "RDHOTZZ" or "RDNECK." Yeah.
Williamsburg: It will never ever rain here. Ever.
My housemates: From what little I've seen of them, but they are both my complete opposites, and Diane, who was psyched that WOOOO our landlord left us beer, got to watch me back into that car and heard me shout "How many times can this happen to one person?!" like a moron, so now she probably thinks I'm a car-totalling maniac. And Lisa is...tall. And I haven't spent more than three minutes with either of them.
And I'm thinking about trying to make a friend next door.
...you know...after this episode.
