Well, this is it. When I get back, I'm sure I'll have a slew of New Year's resolutions.

For now, I'm out.

The other day, I saw someone's flocked Christmas tree slide off the top of their minivan. Only it didn't slide all the way off, since the trunk was tied down. So really, it only slid off halfway and the tip just sort of hung there off the side, all limp and impotent and humiliated.

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TRINDON HOLLIDAY IS A 5'5", TRACK-RUNNIN' BALLER!

And by baller, I mean footballer. But not like soccer. Anyway. Love him.

Second fave of the night? Colt Davis. Aside from his punting being off, he had a rather entertaining touchdown.

Geaux Tigers!

That being said, if I were Les, I'd like to coin phrases such as "What the fuck were you ( Read more... )

I don't know why, I just do.

Also, I'd like it known that for a second tonight, Joe's #57 and I'm #58. I know it's gotta be 'cause you haven't played in a while, babe, but still!

I'm tired. It's been an exhaustive day. I can't sleep, though. Then again, I haven't tried.

Tomorrow hundreds - nay, possibly thousands - of fans will be filling ( Read more... )

Looking at the big picture, I suppose sometimes it's best to focus on the humor in things. Really, when everything's going to shit, you might as well laugh. Then people don't think you're depressed. They just think you're psychotic ( Read more... )

I'm thinking about scrapping this. Starting over. Finding a way to delete my old posts or simply creating something new. Does it pain me to think of "losing" all my thoughts over the last couple of years? Not really. I haven't written anything of importance. It's all...feelings and things that perpetuate said feelings ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday, Ron.

Somewhere between waking up this morning, getting sick in the middle of The Bourne Ultimatum and having my mother set our oven on fire, I realized today was not such a great day.

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