So we're finally cable internetted at the hoose. This is amazing and this is bad. 'Cause (if I can ever get on the computer between Terry playing his rpgs and Doom photoshopping for hours - gonna have to set up my computer somewhere) I'm gonna be severely tempted to buy a webcam and waste my life away on Stickam. Yep. I've had an account for over a year now, I believe, but have never used it due to the dial-up from hell.
Pants.
Also, tonight I'm picking up K-townfacepants from SeaTac. And I'm totally dragging her to the little reunion Don, Terry, Joe and I are having at Don's apartment on Saturday. Oh god. This is gonna be fucking amazing.
OOOOO and my car is sparkly clean and running like a champ. Grampa removed some road debris from my fan belt (turns out that's why it was squealing like a bitch), filled it with oil and washed it and I spent about an hour vacuuming it out and Febreze-ing the shit out of it yesterday. It was so fucking gross. I hadn't washed it in almost a year (0.o) and hadn't vacuumed it since sometime around September. Jesus balls. Yay for Terry no longer being able to call Dr. Tran "The Warrant Wagon". HEH!
H'okay. Off to wash my ass and go home for a moment and then pick up teh Doom.
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