Anyway, I will be pretending to golf next week at a DM fundraiser. I am more than a little nervous about the golf (I sucking fuck at golf) but really excited about everything else. Plus, I have always wanted to go to Boston. I may have to take a Lakers shirt.
I found out I was going to Boston after I wrote this: Off To Find My Wooden Leg
|You don't have to be a Buckeye fan to hate Michigan.|
College football starts tonight. PAC-12 against the conference that cannot count past ten.
I can tell you there will be countless Two Utes text messages, tweets, utterances all night tonight.
I don't feel like writing anymore.
This song reminds me of my dad. He was a big union honk. If it wasn't for the union, he wouldn't have been able to take us out of the barrio and into a shot at a normal life. #truestory
Postscript - I am getting followed on twitter by a lot of Houston Texans Cheerleaders. I feel like a pretty, pretty princess.
Post-postscript - the Celtics still suck.