[this entry is not about hot chicks in space]

Dec 09, 2009 12:25

(So for reasons that do not require explaining at this juncture, I get ESPN: The (World's Worst) Magazine. And this is the NEXT issue. And there's an article with Stephen Strasberg and Drew Storen--the Nats' two first rounders this year--and, man, it's entirely possible I ship it. By which I mean that I totally ship it.)

Other people I am shipping particularly hard this week: CJ/Toby, John/Aeryn, Troy/Abed, Dan/Casey, Bob/Brian, Lincecum/Cain, This One/That One (from the Not Depressing For Canada In On It), Me/Andrew Ference with a black eye.

This week's been relatively shitty so far (work, weather, you name it). (My head feels like it's going to explode. I am achey and sore. I want to stab my own eyes out to stop the stabbing in my head.) (At least Tabatha was on my TV last night, all taking over a crazy woman's salon like she does.) (Also I made a tasty if malformed butternut squash, caramelized onion & goat cheese pizza on whole wheat crust for dinner. Yum. Man, do I wish there was some of that left over for today.)

(We're not even going to go into my stupid overreaction to Curtis Granderson suddenly being a Yankee.)

So, yes, this week. I am ready for the weekend. I am ready for all the weekends.

food glorious, reality bites, sport:boys of summer, ship it, fandom

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