*still in shock*

First, an apology to all Red Sox fans. I was flipping over to watch the game throughout the night. I didn't *officially* flip over for good until the 7th inning. Yes, there is a possibility that I'm the Bambino in all sporting situations, because the guys I cheer on rarely win. I seriously thought I'd jinxed the whole deal when, just moments after switching over for good, the Yankees had 2 more runs on the board. So...I'm sorry for watching the game. *G* I promise, after that inning? I went back to sporadic viewing.

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( Run! Run for your lives! )

*cartwheel*

*throws out back*

Dang it, I should remember that *I* am not a gymnast.

But...YAY!!!!

Paul Hamm gets to keep the gold!

Because I annoy easily

Dear Bono:

So, your new song from your new album (and when I say "you", I'm referring to U2) is called Vertigo.

Which you were obviously suffering from when writing it. Dude. What the fuck? I have a brain. I know just enough Spanish to not speak Spanglish. I get the need to be "cool", but come ON.

Uno
Dos
Tres
Catorce?

What? One, two, three, fourteen? Why? Why do that? Why start out a song "one, two, three, fourteen"? I'm getting that there's probably some little sly something involving that, but all I can do when you break that out is scream "It's 'four' you dolt! 'Cuatro!' Not 'catorce'!"