You're a bum you're a punk-You're an auld slut on junk

The place is clean and ready for guests. This would be awesome were it not for the fact that I'm not going to get guests for 4 days. I have to keep my apt. looking decent until Thurs. This is a betch. I am a messy person. 4 days of neatness isn't in my nature. I've just finished making dinner. The place is now akimbo. And it smells of pork chops and cabbage. Now I'll never have a clean house again until the next time I clean. Sadly, this will probably have to be Tuesday. Oh, the horror.

I'm having a bitch of a time writing the requested "House and Wilson never speak to each other again" fic. They keep speaking to each other! It's kind of hard to write an alienation fic when the characters refuse to alienate. In fact, they keep wanting to conjugate. It's all very depressing. If I can't do it, I apologize sincerely. It's not like me to fail to rise to a challenge.

Coupland has on a purty sweater. It's pink. Cuz he's Puppy Pritty Hairs. It gets better-it says "Who's Your Doggy?" on the back. It's very, very ghey. Ha ha! My dog has teh ghey! He tried to hate it, but he's warm. So he can't betch, even if he wants to. Which I'm sure he does.

Today I ventured to the most ghetto corner of ghetto-dom....the laundromat! Doo doo DOOM! I had to dry my blankets and a trip to the ghettomat took half an hour and cost three dollars. It was financially logical, so I did that thing. If I'd tried to dry that stuff at home I'd still be doing laundry. For realz. Then I went to Big Lots and switched out the water boiler thing-y that didn't boil water and bought some cleaning products. If I was any more exciting I'd probably need a show on HBO to cover how awesome I am.

TVLand's Merry-thon is love.

Here's another picture of something that is love



and there would be another if I was clever enough to get my pics from phone to computer.