"...though your dreams be tossed and blown..."
So, Liverpool lost the Champions League final yesterday and there's still a part of me that's inconsolable. But, you know, despite watching us create chance after chance and never taking them, despite seeing our defence have a rare breakdown that probably cost us the match, and despite knowing the loss means that we end the season with nothing, it was still a good day. I can say that because the lovely and extremely tolerant
coolbyrne held my hand through the entire thing - from my Chatty Kathy phase in the beginning when I was bouncing with excitement to the moping & sulking at the end. Where she gets her endless supply of patience, I'll never know. She's definitely the patron saint of emo kids. :)
Congratulations, AC Milan. Next time, it's our turn, yeah? :)
coolbyrne held my hand through the entire thing - from my Chatty Kathy phase in the beginning when I was bouncing with excitement to the moping & sulking at the end. Where she gets her endless supply of patience, I'll never know. She's definitely the patron saint of emo kids. :)
Congratulations, AC Milan. Next time, it's our turn, yeah? :)