more retardedness
SO ANYWAY. I have been remiss in my specialty on Livejournal, terrible ideas that I am too lazy to photoshop, but I thought you might like to know more about The Hills and hockey. Uhm, let's do that.
So, I have to admit that I personally am kind of stoked that Kristin Cavallari is joining the cast of The Hills. I loved her on Laguna Beach and I really appreciate that kind of relaxed shit-stirrer vibe she has. Like, she has no problem riling people up, you know? But she does it the way I would order a latte: totally, totally calmly, like it's something she does every day and she knows she's about ten minutes away from getting exactly what she wants and she just has to wait patiently for it to be handed to her. Whereas, say, Spencer Pratt riles people up the way I would walk into a cloud of killer bees: screeching and screaming and waving his arms around like a little girl. I know K. Cav introduced Spencer and Heidi whilst she was dating Brody, and I admit I really hope that while she's working on luring Brody away from his crazy current girlfriend she takes a moment to inflict some soft-scripted power play on Spencer that will bring him to his knees in the span of about fifteen seconds because I seriously think she could do it, mostly because I think she realizes Spencer is ridiculous and she isn't scared of him the least, whereas he sort of freaked out LC on a regular basis (which I can kind of get).
The Fugs
Let's zoom in on that.
I really appreciate that kind of relaxed shit-stirrer vibe she has. Like, she has no problem riling people up, you know? But she does it the way I would order a latte: totally, totally calmly, like it's something she does every day and she knows she's about ten minutes away from getting exactly what she wants and she just has to wait patiently for it to be handed to her.
TIME TO STEP THE FUCK UP, EVERYONE. STEP THE FUCK UP.
In the version of the NHL previously mentioned here, terrifying shit has lately happened. Like the season ended! And Brodeur and Parise are now 2gether4eva, which makes me die a little inside. ANYWAY. Important thing is, K Cavs is coming back, and looking like something of a fierce bitch. Which, okay, K Cavs probably went to preschool looking that fierce, and I mean that literally, with like, epic hair ribbons and super-awesome leggings, and her little face. Point is, she is always always intense, and adores starting shit. Seriously, if there is anyone in the entire cast who better subverts the whole "peace bonfire" it is K Cavs, if only because she would let that motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker burn.
I am dealing okay with the Eastern Conference Final sweep, if you ask. I sent in a prediction to Hockey, Football and Stiletto Shoes, OMG, Contest: Round 4 (Creative Footer Edition), and sobbed into my beer most of the afternoon when I wrote it. OKAY OVERSHARING TIME IS OVER.
Cam Ward clearly passed the sassy looks, and ability to do some serious backstopping to victory, onwards. It is like paying it forward. Or like when warriors used to eat the hearts of their enemies to absorb their courage.
Not that I am saying that Marc-Andre Fleury is a cannibal. But, ho shit, we haven't seen Cam Ward since the season ended. (One might say that we couldn't see him in the last four games of the season either, but one would a crude bitch for saying as much. And I would have to fuck one up.)
ANYWAY, MAN. This was not the most incredible save of the evening (that probably goes to the breakaway pad save THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH, or maybe Scuderi's save in the scrum. Where did he learn to do such things? MAF. ♥, alright?) Way to learn from your mistakes, Fleury, seriously.
K Cavs does not make mistakes. Dresses make mistakes, and K Cavs has to hide some her awesome sassiness behind them so she doesn't blind anyone.
K Cavs is twenty pounds of sassiness in a ten pound sassiness bag! Literally.
So is Marc-Andre Fleury.
Or not so seriously. I have like, eight thousand pictures of this, it is insane. Let's not look.
You know, I am pretty sure I had a point when I started. Who cares. I have been writing dumb and awesome sports rpf genderfuck, and also ruining things. My Father is visiting, and he and my Mother have been enjoying some totally epic sessions of defaming the character of all their (ex-)friends. Whatever, shit is kinda weird is the point. Also, heeeey mocking others is like genetic thing, a, uh, destiny. So pointless dumb posts speculating about...I am not sure exactly are like, appropriate. At least I am not trying to work out how anyone's parents may or may not have been cheating on each other circa nine months before the aforementioned anyone's birth.
So, I have to admit that I personally am kind of stoked that Kristin Cavallari is joining the cast of The Hills. I loved her on Laguna Beach and I really appreciate that kind of relaxed shit-stirrer vibe she has. Like, she has no problem riling people up, you know? But she does it the way I would order a latte: totally, totally calmly, like it's something she does every day and she knows she's about ten minutes away from getting exactly what she wants and she just has to wait patiently for it to be handed to her. Whereas, say, Spencer Pratt riles people up the way I would walk into a cloud of killer bees: screeching and screaming and waving his arms around like a little girl. I know K. Cav introduced Spencer and Heidi whilst she was dating Brody, and I admit I really hope that while she's working on luring Brody away from his crazy current girlfriend she takes a moment to inflict some soft-scripted power play on Spencer that will bring him to his knees in the span of about fifteen seconds because I seriously think she could do it, mostly because I think she realizes Spencer is ridiculous and she isn't scared of him the least, whereas he sort of freaked out LC on a regular basis (which I can kind of get).
The Fugs
Let's zoom in on that.
I really appreciate that kind of relaxed shit-stirrer vibe she has. Like, she has no problem riling people up, you know? But she does it the way I would order a latte: totally, totally calmly, like it's something she does every day and she knows she's about ten minutes away from getting exactly what she wants and she just has to wait patiently for it to be handed to her.
TIME TO STEP THE FUCK UP, EVERYONE. STEP THE FUCK UP.
In the version of the NHL previously mentioned here, terrifying shit has lately happened. Like the season ended! And Brodeur and Parise are now 2gether4eva, which makes me die a little inside. ANYWAY. Important thing is, K Cavs is coming back, and looking like something of a fierce bitch. Which, okay, K Cavs probably went to preschool looking that fierce, and I mean that literally, with like, epic hair ribbons and super-awesome leggings, and her little face. Point is, she is always always intense, and adores starting shit. Seriously, if there is anyone in the entire cast who better subverts the whole "peace bonfire" it is K Cavs, if only because she would let that motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker burn.
I am dealing okay with the Eastern Conference Final sweep, if you ask. I sent in a prediction to Hockey, Football and Stiletto Shoes, OMG, Contest: Round 4 (Creative Footer Edition), and sobbed into my beer most of the afternoon when I wrote it. OKAY OVERSHARING TIME IS OVER.
Cam Ward clearly passed the sassy looks, and ability to do some serious backstopping to victory, onwards. It is like paying it forward. Or like when warriors used to eat the hearts of their enemies to absorb their courage.
Not that I am saying that Marc-Andre Fleury is a cannibal. But, ho shit, we haven't seen Cam Ward since the season ended. (One might say that we couldn't see him in the last four games of the season either, but one would a crude bitch for saying as much. And I would have to fuck one up.)
ANYWAY, MAN. This was not the most incredible save of the evening (that probably goes to the breakaway pad save THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH, or maybe Scuderi's save in the scrum. Where did he learn to do such things? MAF. ♥, alright?) Way to learn from your mistakes, Fleury, seriously.
K Cavs does not make mistakes. Dresses make mistakes, and K Cavs has to hide some her awesome sassiness behind them so she doesn't blind anyone.
K Cavs is twenty pounds of sassiness in a ten pound sassiness bag! Literally.
So is Marc-Andre Fleury.
Or not so seriously. I have like, eight thousand pictures of this, it is insane. Let's not look.
You know, I am pretty sure I had a point when I started. Who cares. I have been writing dumb and awesome sports rpf genderfuck, and also ruining things. My Father is visiting, and he and my Mother have been enjoying some totally epic sessions of defaming the character of all their (ex-)friends. Whatever, shit is kinda weird is the point. Also, heeeey mocking others is like genetic thing, a, uh, destiny. So pointless dumb posts speculating about...I am not sure exactly are like, appropriate. At least I am not trying to work out how anyone's parents may or may not have been cheating on each other circa nine months before the aforementioned anyone's birth.