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los angeles galaxy signed david beckham, ending his real madrid career.
he will still be the highest-paid, most popular footballer on earth.
the only unfamiliar (and might i add, irritating) thing is that he will be "bending it" on american turf.
the world is over as we know it. beckham has entered hollywood, posh is tagging along (in full haute couture armor), and now futbol is turning into a reality tv show.
critics say that the only explanation to this enigmatic situation is the fact that the demographics in america is changing rapidly --- hispanics will soon become the majority (STEPHEN, this means you'll always have a job), and they are not ready to give up their love for the beautiful game just yet. well, if it's any consolation to me and kat, at least there's a tad bit of logic to this.
anyhoo, i am typing in ten thousand horsepower velocity because i am currently very jittery. i think i might be experiencing separation anxiety... not from suburbia, but from the comfort of my family's home. there's nothing like family, really. no matter how often they twitch your nerves, they are still the people whom you know will KNOW who you REALLY are even if you hibernate (a.k.a isolation) for a decade.
so here i am, packing my stuff for the city. i never realized how much underwear i own. apparently, i have a lace-fetish... okay, let's not blurt that out to the world, cin.
anyhoo...i need to give away some of my stuff. i accumulate much junk quite easily. well, they're not really junk. i just dont need them. it's nice to wipe material things away every so often.
maybe when school starts ill regain my ability of understanding whatever the heck it is that im doing with my time as a college kid. as of early 2007, im sticking to the original plan --- write freelance and have a little store.
God, just go do your stuff. i really shouldnt even be thinking too hard about it. tomorrow has not happened, and i should, therefore, just embrace today.
he will still be the highest-paid, most popular footballer on earth.
the only unfamiliar (and might i add, irritating) thing is that he will be "bending it" on american turf.
the world is over as we know it. beckham has entered hollywood, posh is tagging along (in full haute couture armor), and now futbol is turning into a reality tv show.
critics say that the only explanation to this enigmatic situation is the fact that the demographics in america is changing rapidly --- hispanics will soon become the majority (STEPHEN, this means you'll always have a job), and they are not ready to give up their love for the beautiful game just yet. well, if it's any consolation to me and kat, at least there's a tad bit of logic to this.
anyhoo, i am typing in ten thousand horsepower velocity because i am currently very jittery. i think i might be experiencing separation anxiety... not from suburbia, but from the comfort of my family's home. there's nothing like family, really. no matter how often they twitch your nerves, they are still the people whom you know will KNOW who you REALLY are even if you hibernate (a.k.a isolation) for a decade.
so here i am, packing my stuff for the city. i never realized how much underwear i own. apparently, i have a lace-fetish... okay, let's not blurt that out to the world, cin.
anyhoo...i need to give away some of my stuff. i accumulate much junk quite easily. well, they're not really junk. i just dont need them. it's nice to wipe material things away every so often.
maybe when school starts ill regain my ability of understanding whatever the heck it is that im doing with my time as a college kid. as of early 2007, im sticking to the original plan --- write freelance and have a little store.
God, just go do your stuff. i really shouldnt even be thinking too hard about it. tomorrow has not happened, and i should, therefore, just embrace today.