...at a loss for words...
typically when one is at a loss for words, they stare into space, take a nap, go for a jog, i don't know...they do something...that does NOT involve words. not me. nope. i decide to update my livejournal. what a weirdo. my giant schnauzer Timber was admitted to oradell animal hospital early this morning and they supposedly started surgery at around 3:00. It's now after 5:30, and i have yet to hear from the doctors. i'm starting to get anxious. oh boy. in the words of Uncle Andy "I need a drink!!!"
...oh yea...
could someone tell me WTF happened last night? how many innings was that? how long was i glued to the TV? and we did what? we lost? YANKEES! BOYS! GET IT TOGETHER! how yoouuu doin'? i'm going to fling poo at Ortiz. yep. that's right. blech ortiz! but you know wut...tonight my boys will kick ass. and hey pedro, WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
ROCK THE REDSOX IT'S WHAT WE DO, THEN WE'LL HAVE A PARTY LIKE WE ALWAYS DO!
and that's all!!!
...oh yea...
could someone tell me WTF happened last night? how many innings was that? how long was i glued to the TV? and we did what? we lost? YANKEES! BOYS! GET IT TOGETHER! how yoouuu doin'? i'm going to fling poo at Ortiz. yep. that's right. blech ortiz! but you know wut...tonight my boys will kick ass. and hey pedro, WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
ROCK THE REDSOX IT'S WHAT WE DO, THEN WE'LL HAVE A PARTY LIKE WE ALWAYS DO!
and that's all!!!