Yesterday was so fucking shit. Like, I am not even lying right; it started off badly (lack of sleep + getting up early = so not fun), got worse (at work, horrible horrible workload right now), and capped off with the football ( Read more... )

Well, shit.

Oh, I haven't spammed a Jelena at you for a while. I'ma gonna go ahead and rectify that.

Oh look!


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JELENAAAAAAAAA!

That was....ugly. And strange. And windy.

But. Grand Slam Final, baby!

This is awesome.

(I can't get over: her dress (and how pretty it is and how lovely she looks in it), her awesome, the way she screams out randomly (in Serbian and English. "Oh my Goooooodddddd!!"), how she applauds when they play an awesome shot, when she ( Read more... )

Andy's through to the final! His first Masters final! Getting to the final means he's gonna be a career high #6 next week! THIS IS QUITE AWESOME ( Read more... )

*dies*

*dies again*

Today is awful.

Wimbledon, why must you break me so?

ETA: FUCK. OFF. Fucking Kuzzy. GOD. (Aga, though! eeeee! Adorable thing, you)

I'm, like...I don't know. I don't even know.

It was awful and then okay and I knew the Wozniacki kid was gonna be good because she is good, and I guess a test is a test, right? Things are going to get tougher so maybe this was a good thing, but ( Read more... )

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So. My dream of a Jamie/Jelena love-fest Wimby 2008 is no more. OfficiallyI mean, I totally expected it. I never really thought that she would agree to do it again, since she's all, "hello, I must win Grand Slam, dammit!" and stuff ( Read more... )

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