The F Word

Okay, ugh, fine. I’ve started watching Battlestar Galactica.

Justin really wanted to watch it with me, but we’re already watching Buffy and The Wire together, and then once that’s over, we want to watch Breaking Bad. And man, I don’t have cable in my basement and I don’t want to have cable… and I’ve seen 99% of the other shows in Blockbuster’s TV department. It was a bummer week. I needed a distraction.

I like it so far… but it took me a while to tell all the young dudes apart. I’m two discs in and I still think of them as Dollhouse Guy, Creepy Smallville, Ronnie from Jersey Shore, Frank from Real World Las Vegas, etc.

So … yeah. I just wanted to warn you guys that I might turn into one of those people who say “Frak.” I’ll try to fight it and I know how it looks, but apparently it just happens?

Also, I’ve decided that I’m not allowed to buy a Macbook until I’m done with the yard. By then I’ll have enough money saved to buy three of them, probably. But I think it’s a smart way to keep me motivated – I’m attacking the back corner which hasn’t been touched in about two decades – a.k.a. Brown Recluse Town. There are some weeds that have basically evolved into new species and spawned several generations. I filled up seven yard bags in two hours and didn’t even make a dent! Honestly, I don’t know if I can do this on my own, but I’m curious to see how far I can go. I’m determined, but terrified.

P.S. Did you know that I have NEVER OWNED MY VERY OWN COMPUTER?

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