I had a dream last night (we all know where this is going) in which I made out with Rense. Good, right? My subconscious is finally listening to me and giving me footie players I actually want to make out with, instead of creepy people like Ricky Kaká. Only thing: Rense was bright green.

I mean bright green, like he had been coloured with a ( Read more... )

1. Why is Gmail giving me advertisements for "personal lubricants"? None of my emails lately have involved pr0nz or slash in any form. I am slightly disturbed.

2. Meta on non-Bayern German clubs' inability to compete in the CL, with side discussions on the nature of modern football. I love my flist ( Read more... )

So I might possibly have stayed up all night thinking about post-Apocalypse!Milan, where Paolo leads the team (and families) to flee the destruction of the cities to the Alps, and they survive by guarding a large area, hunting, doing a little farming, and raiding the destroyed sections of lowland, now controlled by lawless thugs. And setting up ( Read more... )

So, a couple of weeks ago I posted about how I had had a very, very pornographic dream about Christoph Metzelder, and how I thought this was weird because when I'm awake I don't actually think of him in a sexual manner. (I can acknowledge him as extremely attractive without ever actually thinking, "oh, hey, I'd hit that".) It was weird, but ( Read more... )