And I Thought What I Felt Was Simple
I should be in nice breezy Foxboro right now but thanks to Katrina I'm not. Am I mad? Well, I guess I could've gone to Boston but then I wouldn't have been able to go see my boyfriend. But then had I seen Tom he would have seen the look in my eyes and we might have fallen in love. :) Oh well, watching the game on tv is fun too but it would be SO MUCH BETTER if Terry were here. He did call and that was great but I do miss him a lot and today would've been great for us to be at war. *sigh* Fucking hurricane!
WOW. New England just scored again! The Saints lose a game? Not to the Patriots! Big surprise there. I see that the Pats cheerleaders do this thing at the beginning of the game and the players run through this hand linked line of theirs. I can't imagine being in that close proximity to Tom Brady and not just with a running start jumping on his back and attack him with kisses to the helmet. Maybe not so extreme but a little ass grab or something. I can't even imagine how I'd contain myself being in the same stadium let alone on the field with him. GOSH! I hate that it's already mid season. I need to join a mid season fantasy team.
So, I'm thinking of getting another job. I need to save some money. I'm going to talk to Ed tonight (I hope) I wonder if he's serious about me coming up there for a month to see if I like it. I just want to get out of my house. I love my family but I'm just too old to be here still. My father told me today that I couldn't go anywhere until I cleared the floor in my room. Um...the room I'm in is not my room. The closet is full of my mom and dad's junk and linen so...where should I put my things. I get up at 4am I'm not going to go get clothes out of the room my grandparents are in, that's just rude. So, my stuff is everywhere and it's a mess. I don't like it but what am I to do? It's not even the request it's the tone. I'm not 15 years old, I'm not asking for permission to go anywhere. If I want to get up and leave I'm gone, room clean or not. Don't come in my room and talk to me like that. What the fuck?? Plus...all I'm trying to do is watch the fucking Patriots play football. My parents left (thank god) but my grandparents decided to come have a YELLING (and my Spanish girls KNOW a SPANISH PERSON YELLING FIGHT) match while I'm just trying to write this and listen to the game. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! What the fuck??? I need to get out of here I really do. I don't know if going to live in South Dakota is the answer but it's certainly looking really good to me.
WOW. New England just scored again! The Saints lose a game? Not to the Patriots! Big surprise there. I see that the Pats cheerleaders do this thing at the beginning of the game and the players run through this hand linked line of theirs. I can't imagine being in that close proximity to Tom Brady and not just with a running start jumping on his back and attack him with kisses to the helmet. Maybe not so extreme but a little ass grab or something. I can't even imagine how I'd contain myself being in the same stadium let alone on the field with him. GOSH! I hate that it's already mid season. I need to join a mid season fantasy team.
So, I'm thinking of getting another job. I need to save some money. I'm going to talk to Ed tonight (I hope) I wonder if he's serious about me coming up there for a month to see if I like it. I just want to get out of my house. I love my family but I'm just too old to be here still. My father told me today that I couldn't go anywhere until I cleared the floor in my room. Um...the room I'm in is not my room. The closet is full of my mom and dad's junk and linen so...where should I put my things. I get up at 4am I'm not going to go get clothes out of the room my grandparents are in, that's just rude. So, my stuff is everywhere and it's a mess. I don't like it but what am I to do? It's not even the request it's the tone. I'm not 15 years old, I'm not asking for permission to go anywhere. If I want to get up and leave I'm gone, room clean or not. Don't come in my room and talk to me like that. What the fuck?? Plus...all I'm trying to do is watch the fucking Patriots play football. My parents left (thank god) but my grandparents decided to come have a YELLING (and my Spanish girls KNOW a SPANISH PERSON YELLING FIGHT) match while I'm just trying to write this and listen to the game. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! What the fuck??? I need to get out of here I really do. I don't know if going to live in South Dakota is the answer but it's certainly looking really good to me.