Timelies all!

We now have phone service. Yay. Now we must wait for our ISP to send us the modem for the DSL. (Also, I really want the boxspring out of our dining room)

meara light:

I always forget how much of a freak I am that I can (and have, and do) read 5 books in 2 weeks.

Yep! Totally. And the amount I spend on books is kinda staggering (and needs to stop).

Owning season 5 makes you a completist. Owning season 2? You don't even date someone who doesn't have that.

HA! This is true. Yet some people who own the show don't have any of the DVDs. Craxy to me.

Looks like the Lulu Eightball archives will keep me entertained for a while...

and in my last paraphrasing from lulu eightball, my stomach is completely upset and I ant to run around saying, "I can't go to work! I ated too much cake!"

Having just watched episode ten of Veronica Mars, I now understand the thread title. Only twelve more episodes to go before I can read it. I will resist the temptation to click.

Hey -- Kat, did you get an SMS from me last weekend?

Night Two of The Students Are Back can be titled "Attack of the Drunken Freshmen." At 11 pm we were woken by one drunk freshwoman encouraging another much more drunk freshwoman to vomit on our house, right outside our (first floor) bedroom window. mr. flea went over to discuss the matter with our neighbors and gave them our now traditonal spiel about how the houses are very close together, this is a family neighborhood, we don't like to call the cops but other neighbors are very 911-happy, etc. The neighbors gave us another phone number to contact them, and complained that all the problems we due to silly unvinvited freshpeople who were roaming the neighborhood looking for parties. I think mr. flea refrained from saying, "well, don't have a party and the freshpeople will not come looking for it!" They did, again, get quiet real fast.

Gosh I am glad I'm not 18. That poor idiot was druuuunk.

Once a roomate of mine woke up at 4 a.m. to see a prostitute giving a guy a blowjob on the porch of the house next to ours.

He wrote a poem about it....

I once had a neighbor from Nantucket...

Practically writes itself.

Mr. Flea should have turned the hose on them.

A friend whose house was on a corner with a stoplight next to a highschool used to complain about the student cars with LOUD stereos that would stop there for the light cycle, blaring away, or even worse, sit there talking with their little friends. I suggested he install a noise-activated sprinkler that would "accidentally" spray the road....

I think they just went with a tall fence instead....

It is driving me crazy that I can't get to atomicbooks.com at work, and I forget to go there when I'm at home. I need to send a note to myself to fix that.

EAT IT! JACKHOLE!

It is FRIDAY! WHOOT!