i'm happy you updated because i was just about to send out the 'hey, anyone seen candle lately, she hasn't fallen off a bridge or nothing, right?' and then you posted so now i don't have to.
harden st. giggle. much like a schoolgirl, actually, which i suppose technically i still am.
and you! graduating and all! unfair. i have three more weeks, and then summer school to make up for that time i tried to kill myself. also that time i just said 'no' to russian 3. fucking case system.
anyway. look at the big grad, eh? good on ya, kid. now go do something crazy cool and meaningful with your life. like watch baseball. because baseball is rocking my socks and i don't care if they stink right now, there are always reasons to smile.
Beck, you have finally found a pairing that will let you get away with your filth avoidant tendencies. I mean. A Canadian and a Catholic schoolboy? Really.
Harden kind of badly wants to know why Zito doesn’t trust people from Texas, but Street hooks a slider over the corner of the plate and strikes out the side, and as he straightens up, Harden can see him registering the crowd again, the high stadium walls and the flags sweeping out of the bleachers. Harden can see him remembering where he is, all at once, and then Street looks so joyful it hurts to watch, and Harden draws a breath in between his teeth, fades back into the dugout so he won’t have to see it up close.
HOW CAN YOU BE THIS GOOD?
“No, it’s okay,” Street says, blind-white teeth and
that man's smile is incandescent. someone needs to take the white strips away or something.
holding the position for a ten-count as every dirty thought that has ever crossed Harden’s mind returns full-force.
what, all five of them?
“Why on earth wouldn’t he like groupies?” Zito says, looking genuinely confused.
that's the zito i know. oh, the things i would do to him if i wasn't madly in love.
“Neat,” Street says, and Harden has to take a
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bonobos are pygmy chimps which use sex as their main mode of communication, bartering, warfare...etc. basically they do it all the time with everyone. much like certain pitchers i will not name.
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harden st. giggle. much like a schoolgirl, actually, which i suppose technically i still am.
and you! graduating and all! unfair. i have three more weeks, and then summer school to make up for that time i tried to kill myself. also that time i just said 'no' to russian 3. fucking case system.
anyway. look at the big grad, eh? good on ya, kid. now go do something crazy cool and meaningful with your life. like watch baseball. because baseball is rocking my socks and i don't care if they stink right now, there are always reasons to smile.
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Congrats on graduating, by the way. It's a beautiful time of year on the East Coast for things like that. :D
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love how Zito is the Idiot man-child...cracked me up
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HOW CAN YOU BE THIS GOOD?
“No, it’s okay,” Street says, blind-white teeth and
that man's smile is incandescent. someone needs to take the white strips away or something.
holding the position for a ten-count as every dirty thought that has ever crossed Harden’s mind returns full-force.
what, all five of them?
“Why on earth wouldn’t he like groupies?” Zito says, looking genuinely confused.
that's the zito i know. oh, the things i would do to him if i wasn't madly in love.
“Neat,” Street says, and Harden has to take a ( ... )
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also, dude! you rock. so very hard.
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