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-- I slept on the couch. Again. Because I never got around to folding the clothes I tossed on my bed after I did laundry the other day. (See? this is the plus side of having a roommate who's never around. The common room becomes an extension of my bedroom. My bedroom in fact, becomes one big closet, and I live and work out of the common room when my roomie goes home.)
-- I can spend 3 hours reading and reviewing fic, but I can't be arsed to fold the clothes that have been on my bed for two days.
-- I haven't done near enough work on my judicial opinion for Employment Law and it's due when? Next Monday. Exactly.
-- The situation in Paris. Or make that, you know, THE WORLD.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
-- There's a thing outside my apartment that's been making this godawful squeaking noise for the past hour and a half. (Okay, that's not so much sad, as it is annoying. Oh and wow, it just stopped. And started again.)
-- Okay, so that hockey Halloween party clip that was posted in GUS? From the Montreal sports station? Do my eyes decieve me, or was one of the players dressed as a pimp...and in blackface? What is that? I guess they never got the memo in Canada.
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart.It approaches Moose-esque levels sometimes. But lines like Don't count your chicks before they're hatch-ed, baby? How endearing is that? I love my dead gay Swedish pop band.
So anyway, 'sup kids? Huston Street, freakish creature that he is, was AL Rookie of the Year. I knew it was gonna happen, and I still squealed in Evidence when I brought up MLB.com and saw the official announcement. I have problems.
(Btw, speaking of my problems? Street and Harden do like, nothing for me individually, but put them together? And let the good times roll, kids.)
Hey, the Colts beat the Patriots? Finally? Cool. I don't know anything about football, but I remember hearing something about that craziness over the summer when I was listening to way too much sports radio to be healthy.
Alright, I should get breakfast or something. Have a goodlife day, kids.
-- I can spend 3 hours reading and reviewing fic, but I can't be arsed to fold the clothes that have been on my bed for two days.
-- I haven't done near enough work on my judicial opinion for Employment Law and it's due when? Next Monday. Exactly.
-- The situation in Paris. Or make that, you know, THE WORLD.
-- These simulated GM news conferences ESPN keeps doing with Steve Phillips as the GM of a given team. He's doing the Yanks right now. It's so corny.
-- There's a thing outside my apartment that's been making this godawful squeaking noise for the past hour and a half. (Okay, that's not so much sad, as it is annoying. Oh and wow, it just stopped. And started again.)
-- Okay, so that hockey Halloween party clip that was posted in GUS? From the Montreal sports station? Do my eyes decieve me, or was one of the players dressed as a pimp...and in blackface? What is that? I guess they never got the memo in Canada.
-- I miss Ace of Base. No, like, seriously. I listen to Living In Danger or Wheel of Fortune sometimes, and it's like a physical pang in my heart.
So anyway, 'sup kids? Huston Street, freakish creature that he is, was AL Rookie of the Year. I knew it was gonna happen, and I still squealed in Evidence when I brought up MLB.com and saw the official announcement. I have problems.
(Btw, speaking of my problems? Street and Harden do like, nothing for me individually, but put them together? And let the good times roll, kids.)
Hey, the Colts beat the Patriots? Finally? Cool. I don't know anything about football, but I remember hearing something about that craziness over the summer when I was listening to way too much sports radio to be healthy.
Alright, I should get breakfast or something. Have a good
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The same for me. ;) I remember how Bridge was advertised as an album with more depth than any other album that year. *lol* Yeah.. =P