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I do not want to get married. I do not even want a small party with friends or anything. No celebrations. I have no interest in this. However, I would like a nice ring. This Cartier will do just fine.
What exactly is that statute of limitations on being hurt by something? Because I’m still hurt. Almost every day. At least every week. I’m not the best at getting over things but this is getting ridiculous even by my standards. It has not gotten better with time. There is nothing to repair this. Am I simply choosing to not get over it or is this truly just unforgivable?
PS- It’s been two years and I cried about it last night.
1. Announcers using the word “gunslinger” to describe quarterbacks. I’m so over hearing this word today and need to vent about it so much that I will rack my brain to think of two more things to complete this post. These guys aren’t exactly known for their spot-on literary devices (*see David Cross’ bit about the overuse of the word “literally” in sports) and this one is a great example. When they first started using it, it was reserved for tried and true QBs such as Brett Favre (side note: his QBR this year is just flat out nasty) and Drew Brees (ditto). But today Matt Moore gets this distinction? What game are you watching? He makes one great pass and all of a sudden he’s a future hall of famer? Get the fuck out.
2. Technology. Plain and simple got me saying “ayyyyyooooo…” Remember the days when we weren’t totally available all the time? Between Facebook, Twitter, texts, BBM, AIM/iChat, Loopt, etc I feel starved for some kind of anonymity. I was trying to tell two of my friends a story a few weeks back only to be told that they already read about it through one of my tweets earlier that day. We’ve gotten to the point where your friend list on Facebook dictates who you are friends with in real life. We end friendships by deleting people out of our lives with the click of a button. No discussion. We passive-aggressively communicate via Twitter instead of just saying what we mean face to face. Like grown ups. Last time I checked we are all in our late 20s-30s. Some of us in our 40s. Grow up. Say what you mean. But not online. By the way, this is not directed at anyone in particular. It’s directed at everyone in general. Myself included. Shit’s gotta go.
3. Twothousandmotherfuckingnine. Man, I thought 2005 was brutal. Well, 2009 has made 2005 it’s bitch and smacked it up. Granted, I have made some great, great friends this year (I’m looking at you and you specifically). So, I’m not saying this year has been without it’s good times. But a lost job and a dead grandfather and dad outweigh just about anything. Add in an ulcer, the retirement of Bobby and Mickey, well, I’m not sure how I even get out of bed in the morning. So, fuck you 2009. Ya gots ta go.
I am a Florida State fan. We pride ourselves on not being hateful. We remain Bowdenesque in times of defeat and times of victory. We are gracious. We take the high road. We keep it classy. We don’t root against teams. We don’t hate. No matter how much our program has changed over the past 5 years, we continue to hold our heads high. But sorry, Gators. I really took pleasure in seeing Tebow cry. I cackled like a villain in a Disney movie while he wiped tears away. I know I will get slaughtered for this (especially from this guy) but being an aforementioned Florida State fan, it’s really all I got right now.
Edit: I can’t begin to talk about Bobby’s retirement yet. Mostly because my favorite FSU fan isn’t around to help me form my thoughts and really feel the gravity of the situation. I have old game pics to scan and many stories to tell. It’ll happen.
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Lovely Michelle set me up today for a much needed and much overdue acupuncture session at her work. None of it was painful except for when they put a needle in this knot in my back and it felt like fire was being shot into my skin. It’s hard to tell what effect it’s had on me overall. They gave me some herb mixture that I have to take diluted in water after every meal. It takes like cinnamon dirt. They also put these ear seeds on me. I look like I got a bunch of moles removed or something. Not cute and I have to wear them for 5 days.
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Two discs. 90 more minutes of footage. Between this and the return of Lost, February can’t come soon enough.
