i'm glad i have central air for two more weeks.

i just saw the second half of a very strange video on cmt while flipping channels.
willie nelson, luke wilson, and a hot girl. and it was a good song. i was just perplexed by the whole 'willie is going to sing the song while luke tries to get the girl' thing. until the end when she gets into the car with willie instead of luke and luke picks up a guitar and attempts a terrible rendition of crazy. then it all made sense. curiouser and curiouser.

also, even if it makes me a horrible person, i want the second to last season of ally mcbeal. the fx rerun today was from that season-- the one with robert downy jr.-- and i remembered how much i loved it. it was really the only season i ever watched. but sometimes i wonder if i'd like the other seasons. the last one got to be a bit too much but then again boston public got trashy that year too. i don't know. i'm tired and babbling. i'm going to go download a song and sleep i think. the only reason i made it this long being that sorcha and i sacked out on the couch for about three hours this afternoon. and she cuddled! good kitty.
night.

fuck them all

i don't know which of them it was, but i'm going to kill them.
because i told domi last night that the drain needed to be cleaned out before anyone did any more laundry, but someone went and did more laundry anyhow. and i'm guessing it's ian. because he's a wanker. he won't tell us when he's planning to move out, won't do my dishes so that i can pack and move them, and now (i'm guessing) he has created a lake in the basement. yes. i'm pissed. this isn't what i wanted to deal with today. or ever, because i'm the only one who ever seems to notice that there's lint blocking the drain and causing it to overflow. two more weeks and i never have to deal with them again, right?

it will be so damn good to live by myself again.

oh, and. my powerbook shipped!