We're now on week 7.
So. Freaking. Funny.
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We're now on week 7.
So. Freaking. Funny.
In honor of my craptastic day, I have bought a t-shirt.
It's black and in green lettering says, "Don't make me get my flying monkeys!"
Aimee, that sounds like a good plan.
Now, what should I make for dinner?
Flying Monkeys.
Just for you, love.
Flying Monkeys.
I'll get them!
Stuff I never Thought Would Happen: Somebody in House fandom told me to shut up, in all seriousness, because I said that it would amuse me to see Dr. House make Detective Benson cry. She may not have *voted* last time around, but when it comes to the important stuff.... Maybe I am the Elena oF L&O fandom.
I'm feeling cursed when it comes to paying my bills. I just got a letter from the City saying my utility payment didn't go through, that my account doesn't exisit. I didn't write down my confirmation number and now I have to go pay the stupid bill in cash.
I also got my utility bill that reflects I paid my bill for last month. It looks like the bill was printed on the 21st and my payment didn't go through yesterday, even though I made the payment weeks ago.
This sucks.
Ericka -- I think it would be funny to see House make Benson cry.
I bet House and Munch would get along great.
It's black and in green lettering says, "Don't make me get my flying monkeys!"
It matches your sign!
Chikat, I hope the big happenings aren't too stressful.
Thus far, it's okay. But it's early. I can talk more about it tomorrow.