That's all it takes: one ocean (one swivel of the head, one almost imperceptible shift of hemispheres),
a man and
a book, and, er, $26.20. That's all it takes to make me happy again.
That cover drives me crazy. Just, oh, complete adoration.
Do you see this? I'm a puddle. I swear to god, football makes me have more moodswings than PMS. Sometimes I wonder if emotional ruination is worth it, for this game, for this religion. Then I watch that perfect curling ball or hear that one heartfelt anthem, and I know.