i feel so fucking
maudlin, so much that i'm ac-
-tually blogging.

fuck haikus and their
anal syllabication
i can't disobey.

anyway, i'm not one for in-depth match reports. basically: david&goliath syndrome, derby vs. utd, several attempts, severe disappointments, humble scoreline, humbling victory, and love pulls us through in the distorted figures of shrek and fiery red boots.

well fuck, i haven't written in a while.


eta:
ben foster was fantastic. and we need manucho quick sharp.!!!1 or you know, YOU RAMBO BB

But because I'm so incredibly resourceful, I employed the objects around me to my benefit, not unlike our ancestors from the Metal Age who drew, um, metal, to produce spears et al. And thus were the benefits reaped from a laptop with teh interweb:

- watching The History Boys
- skimming through IMDb to search the references made in THB (I fail at everything, even movie-viewing, yez.)
- browsing random clips of TEH Mexican Gael Garcia Bernal
- taking my dose of WAG/baller news
- feeling for Alex Curran (you just have to when the best man at your wedding proclaims--and praises--your boob job to the entire world )
- staring at teh latest DVB spread


Something in the air tells me I should be ashamed of myself. But it could be all the coughing and the nose-blowing getting to me.

Someone watch HP 5 with me plz. :(

I'm on a high. On that hormone-induced high that soccer (or doing a physical activity in general) stimulates. And probably (just probably!) the ickle reunion with teh ICAns. Maybe too because of the actual fresh air, and the tangible presence of grass in a field.

And then jumps in everything school, and the endorphins have ebbed away.

Owen Hargreaves, you've no idea how much ILY. The negotiation was a messy secret (that never really managed to breathe the definition of the word), but that doesn't matter now, not now that you're (t)here and queer.

Did you know that ants dislike spearmint, vinegar, and can die from boric acid?

ZOMG an update, after. Um. Well, it was a long time coming, wasn't it?

I don't have a favourite song. WTF.