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Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
May. 3rd, 2011 10:56 pmDear Washington Capitals,
Inever okay, rarely have this problem with Michael Phelps. Please get it together. I love you guys to bits, but you're giving me ulcers and I don't need a broken heart again.
Kisses,
Thorne
...that said, by the end of tomorrow evening, I'll either be depressed and done with hockey for the season, or I'll be screaming victoriously as the Caps start a rally to win four straight games and move their asses into the Eastern Conference finals. Either way, you can bet I'm going to be pretty goddamn blind-drunk on a Wednesday night. I honestly don't know why Louise has put up with me for the past two months; if I were her, I'd have smothered me with a pillow in my sleep long ago. In part, this was why I went out of my way to try and make her a fan of the game and team, as a preemptive protective measure. So far it seems to have worked, but you never know with Louise. I tend to assume she's plotting my death on a regular basis anyway. Can't be too prepared.
I apologize for being boring as shit. Normal posting and whackjobbery to hopefully return in... uh, give me three weeks or so.
"Livin' on a Prayer" continues to be my Kryptonite song, that whenever I hear it, I must immediately sing into whatever object is nearest and play air guitar. I probably shouldn't have put it on my latest Driving to Work Mix CD.
In conclusion, Armadillos Can Transmit Leprosy to Humans, Federal Researchers Confirm.
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Kisses,
Thorne
...that said, by the end of tomorrow evening, I'll either be depressed and done with hockey for the season, or I'll be screaming victoriously as the Caps start a rally to win four straight games and move their asses into the Eastern Conference finals. Either way, you can bet I'm going to be pretty goddamn blind-drunk on a Wednesday night. I honestly don't know why Louise has put up with me for the past two months; if I were her, I'd have smothered me with a pillow in my sleep long ago. In part, this was why I went out of my way to try and make her a fan of the game and team, as a preemptive protective measure. So far it seems to have worked, but you never know with Louise. I tend to assume she's plotting my death on a regular basis anyway. Can't be too prepared.
I apologize for being boring as shit. Normal posting and whackjobbery to hopefully return in... uh, give me three weeks or so.
"Livin' on a Prayer" continues to be my Kryptonite song, that whenever I hear it, I must immediately sing into whatever object is nearest and play air guitar. I probably shouldn't have put it on my latest Driving to Work Mix CD.
In conclusion, Armadillos Can Transmit Leprosy to Humans, Federal Researchers Confirm.
