you're a jive turkey
I straight beasted on a box of Kleenex today. These poor facial napkins have no idea what they’re in for. Total annihilation.
The team I was on won the scrimmage Saturday night. We had it on lock. We won by 50 points. I knocked a girl out of bounds for the very first time. I was very aggressive that night. I knew what was going on in the pack for once. I blame the meds.
We, however, lost the game to Cape Fear- a team of Amazonian like women. I don’t mean to be disrespectful at all but I’ve never seen one body type dominate a team. It’s usual to see girls of all body types (one of the reasons why I like this sport) so it was peculiar to see such little variety. Cape Fear apparently has a reputation for dominating, and yeah, that happened.
I’m not coming home for Thanksgiving. I don’t have the money too and though I’m still working on repairs and maintenance, the Volvo is unreliable for the drive. That said, I have a funny feeling things are going to change for the better with my car. From what I’ve learned, these older Volvos are juggernauts and they don’t just die easily. The problems I’m having are often due to common failures that are cheap and easy to repair. Good news seeing that I’m broke.
I usually look forward to the holidays as my great gatsby escape from Savannah. This year, there are no more great escapes. Did I mention that I’m broke and right about now I’m in favor of that measly couple hundred sitting in my checking account over seeing family and seeing nothing on my bank statement.
I’m slightly concerned that I don’t feel sad, but I’m also aware that we’re made to feel guilty about not spending time with family which in some cases you probably are being a doucheington, but most of the time it’s really a huge fucking inconvenience and that guilt can fuck itself. I don’t live close anymore and it’s not like I never speak to my family. I talk to my mother every other day. My sister calls me about dumb shit every other day.
They just want to “see” me and honestly, that could be remedied with a cheap webcam and Skype.
Aaaand there’s Thankgiving dinner with my boyfriend which is sure to be an… “adventure.” I’m so looking forward to the shenanigans about to go down on Turkey day. I’m going to try my hand at cooking (laughable, I know) and he’s going to have to try and cook without fucking up because he always fucks up when he cooks for me, which is cute until you have to eat the messy results.
And tequila will be involved. Because margaritas are the obvious beverage choice to pair with a Thanksgiving meal.
It’s going to be ghetto, its going to be a hot mess, and I may lose my kitchen to flames, but it’s going to be the best Thanksgiving ever.
The team I was on won the scrimmage Saturday night. We had it on lock. We won by 50 points. I knocked a girl out of bounds for the very first time. I was very aggressive that night. I knew what was going on in the pack for once. I blame the meds.
We, however, lost the game to Cape Fear- a team of Amazonian like women. I don’t mean to be disrespectful at all but I’ve never seen one body type dominate a team. It’s usual to see girls of all body types (one of the reasons why I like this sport) so it was peculiar to see such little variety. Cape Fear apparently has a reputation for dominating, and yeah, that happened.
I’m not coming home for Thanksgiving. I don’t have the money too and though I’m still working on repairs and maintenance, the Volvo is unreliable for the drive. That said, I have a funny feeling things are going to change for the better with my car. From what I’ve learned, these older Volvos are juggernauts and they don’t just die easily. The problems I’m having are often due to common failures that are cheap and easy to repair. Good news seeing that I’m broke.
I usually look forward to the holidays as my great gatsby escape from Savannah. This year, there are no more great escapes. Did I mention that I’m broke and right about now I’m in favor of that measly couple hundred sitting in my checking account over seeing family and seeing nothing on my bank statement.
I’m slightly concerned that I don’t feel sad, but I’m also aware that we’re made to feel guilty about not spending time with family which in some cases you probably are being a doucheington, but most of the time it’s really a huge fucking inconvenience and that guilt can fuck itself. I don’t live close anymore and it’s not like I never speak to my family. I talk to my mother every other day. My sister calls me about dumb shit every other day.
They just want to “see” me and honestly, that could be remedied with a cheap webcam and Skype.
Aaaand there’s Thankgiving dinner with my boyfriend which is sure to be an… “adventure.” I’m so looking forward to the shenanigans about to go down on Turkey day. I’m going to try my hand at cooking (laughable, I know) and he’s going to have to try and cook without fucking up because he always fucks up when he cooks for me, which is cute until you have to eat the messy results.
And tequila will be involved. Because margaritas are the obvious beverage choice to pair with a Thanksgiving meal.
It’s going to be ghetto, its going to be a hot mess, and I may lose my kitchen to flames, but it’s going to be the best Thanksgiving ever.