I can't type about what I want to type about and I don't want to type about what I can type about.
I hate this shit. And it has hit the fan, but in his usual, inimitable fashion, TCBIM appears to be sliding in to home just under the tag. He's like a freakin' cat.
The fucking Red Sox had better fucking win tonight or I'm going to be pissed. Wicked fucking pissed.
Song of the day:
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You are just soooo f$%#in' funny!
Hubby is still glued to the TV as I write. Sorry, it doesn't look good.
This is not happy. Go on and swear! It's gotta come out somehow. Why not explicatively?!
Oopsie. Indians lead series 3-1
But didn't the Sox come back from being down 3-0 in 04? (I must really like you, because I usually deny the Sox have ever won anything. But I'm trying to cheer you up.)
Feel like coming to a foreign country and swanning about for a bit?
Let me know once this clears up.
(Seriously. I have friends with cabins on the ocean.)
Ouch.
Sawwwwwy.
-J.
You have my email address if you need to vent for real. I hope you know you can always, any time, email me about stuff.
Oh fuck.
Ok, you are totally just throwing that video on there because of the sentiment, and well played. However, I'm going to embarrass myself and say that I have always kind of liked that song. Ok, I do like it.
I'm sorry you're feeling this way, but I'll at to the swearing quotient - fuck. Yay us.
Oops...that comment above is me. the jig is up!
It's still a field of dreams...
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