Dear Footy Gods,
Please. Just - please. I can't take three losses in a row. I'm sorry for whatever I've done to displease you, I promise I will be a better fan/person from now on. I will wear my Saints scarf every day, and never the cute pink and purple stripy one. I will only drink out of my Saints mug. I will wear my Saints polo to bed every night. I will blow Nick Riewoldt. Whatever you want, I'll do it.
Just please. Don't let us lose this game.
Yours truly, Beck (half time, Saints v Eagles, Saints down by 6 points)
ETA: WE WOOOOOOOOOON!!! Oh thank God and Lenny Hayes, we won. *breathes* I love my boys so much right now. :D
In less scary-obsessive-pathetic news, I have written Ray/Nate for
pjvilar 's party over
here. I actually quite like that fic, and will probably tidy it up and post it around everywhere, but for now, go look. Ray gets messy.
Also, in
my thread at that love letter meme I have TWO letters from Ray, one from Nate and one from Nick Riewoldt. Goodness me! So many fantasy men, so little time.
I wish I was around more lately. I'm going to try to be! I'm just super exhausted from work all the time. But I will try try try to keep up with comments (I know I am failing) and the various awesomeness of my flist. Which has actually been kinda dead the past few days. Oh, flist. How are you all? *hugs* I need to go a) read match reports from the Saints game and then b) go to bed. But I love you!
--Beck