House: Cursed

So I was going to post and say, "Thugs still isn't a House song no matter how many times it gets random-shuffled to the top of the playlist this morning." (Twice, once at home and once at work.) But then I realized that it's kind of a fun Ducklings song (there are three of them, somebody's got to be scared of spiders...) given how much B&E House has them doing for him.

( Disconnected rambling about last night's episode. )

Anyway, I'm all pleased with myself because I remembered to tape last night's episode (my God! analog technology!) - given finite hard drive space and a computer prone to total freakout when asked to deal with media files, this is actually the easiest way for me to rewatch episodes. Wacky, huh?

also.

Some screencaps I made for brooklinegirl. I could tell you where they came from, but then I'd have to kill you.

( I said to her, I think our boyfriends are boyfriends. )

That's it. I officially hate cars.

So, the way I look at it is this: this time, I drove to a gas station and turned the car off before I locked my keys inside it. So, really, that's a sign of improvement.

Fucking Wednesdays. Fucking cars.

I think it's probably better if I don't attempt to leave the apartment again for a bit. Write Club would probably only be useful tonight if it was Write-I-Will-Not-Lock-My-Keys-In-My-Car-Anymore-Ten-Thousand-Times Club.

(Also, happy second birthday to my livejournal! This seems oddly fitting.)