I love my icon. So hard.
Well, it's my birthday. 25 years old. Quarter of a century. Pretty cool. Here's how my birthday has gone so far. Last night at midnight, everyone at Bub's sang happy birthday to me, which was rather cool. I was beaten with the birthday plank by James. I'm not kidding. Late night Wendy's. Fell asleep watching X-men. This morning it was pouring. Tripped on my way out to my car. Tripped on my way back to my house because I had forgotten something. Tripped again on the way back to my car. I look like a hot mess. I know we need the rain, but it's been raining off an on for a solid week. No sunshine. No nothing. I've been soggy for a whole week, and I'm over it.
Other than the morning debacles, things have been good. I've spent the morning tying up a few loose ends at work, but otherwise reading sports blogs. Speaking of sports...
...the Redskins are playing the Patriots this weekend, just in time for my birthday, because someone up there hates me. Since I'm a Redskins fan, though, I like deluding myself. I mean, what if we do win? Can you imagine the implications? I would sell my first-born to see this happen. We could screw up for the rest of the year, and I wouldn't care, because we beat the Pats. Not only that, but we did something that the Cowboys failed to do! To carry that thought even further, since obviously the Pats are going to the Super Bowl (unless my husband-to-be, Peyton Manning works his magic again), we will have beaten the Super Bowl Champs (because they'll cream all the fatties in the NFC). That means we will have essentially won the Super Bowl. See what I mean? If we win on Sunday, we've won the Super Bowl and the season should simply end there. Of course there is the off chance that we'll lose about 600 to 7, and Tom Brady will drink my tears as my misery sustains him, but let's not think about that. Redskins... Super Bowl Champs. I love it.
And now it's time for a sing-a-long. If you don't know the words, they are provided for you.
Oh, Sox won last night. Woot. I won't be obnoxious, so that's all I'll say.
Tonight I'm going to Bub's for birthday whatevers, aka me sitting there hanging out and drinking beer. It'll be awesome. Later this weekend I'm going shopping for Halloween, which is on Wednesday. (For a moment there I completely forgot how to spell Wednesday, and misspelled it about four times before remembering. Go me.) Other than that, I don't have too much to report.
I think I will resume obsessively reading sports blogs like drinking Diet Coke, like it's my job. I leave you with this quote: "You see, the only thing that can make a Redskin fan forget their team's incompetent failure is a Dallas Cowboys loss. Call us pathetic (hey, fuck you!) but the next best thing to a Redskins victory is a painful Cowboy defeat."
Also, please note the song I'm listening to, and how they repeat over and over "Today is the greatest..." This is true. Today is the greatest, because I was born. And we all know I'm the greatest show on Earth. Or at least good for a laugh when I fall.
Other than the morning debacles, things have been good. I've spent the morning tying up a few loose ends at work, but otherwise reading sports blogs. Speaking of sports...
...the Redskins are playing the Patriots this weekend, just in time for my birthday, because someone up there hates me. Since I'm a Redskins fan, though, I like deluding myself. I mean, what if we do win? Can you imagine the implications? I would sell my first-born to see this happen. We could screw up for the rest of the year, and I wouldn't care, because we beat the Pats. Not only that, but we did something that the Cowboys failed to do! To carry that thought even further, since obviously the Pats are going to the Super Bowl (unless my husband-to-be, Peyton Manning works his magic again), we will have beaten the Super Bowl Champs (because they'll cream all the fatties in the NFC). That means we will have essentially won the Super Bowl. See what I mean? If we win on Sunday, we've won the Super Bowl and the season should simply end there. Of course there is the off chance that we'll lose about 600 to 7, and Tom Brady will drink my tears as my misery sustains him, but let's not think about that. Redskins... Super Bowl Champs. I love it.
And now it's time for a sing-a-long. If you don't know the words, they are provided for you.
Click to viewOh, Sox won last night. Woot. I won't be obnoxious, so that's all I'll say.
Tonight I'm going to Bub's for birthday whatevers, aka me sitting there hanging out and drinking beer. It'll be awesome. Later this weekend I'm going shopping for Halloween, which is on Wednesday. (For a moment there I completely forgot how to spell Wednesday, and misspelled it about four times before remembering. Go me.) Other than that, I don't have too much to report.
I think I will resume obsessively reading sports blogs like drinking Diet Coke, like it's my job. I leave you with this quote: "You see, the only thing that can make a Redskin fan forget their team's incompetent failure is a Dallas Cowboys loss. Call us pathetic (hey, fuck you!) but the next best thing to a Redskins victory is a painful Cowboy defeat."
Also, please note the song I'm listening to, and how they repeat over and over "Today is the greatest..." This is true. Today is the greatest, because I was born. And we all know I'm the greatest show on Earth. Or at least good for a laugh when I fall.