| Fucking shit |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|07:54 pm] |
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The Storm game is next Saturday. I cannot fucking wait. I really need to get away from this place. Maybe I won't come back. I'll become one of those dorks who fills water bottles for the WNBA teams. That would be fantastic. Still, it's probably a lot better than being responsible for wiping the sweat off the court. That job has to suck. I mean, I think the Seattle Storm players are awesome. But I really don't want to wipe their sweat off the court. Yuck. Then again, it's still probably better than working at a damn grocery store. And it's probably a lot cleaner, too. I wonder if those people even get paid. I'd fill water bottles for minimum wage. Seriously. And then I'd probably flirt with Sue Bird and end up getting fired. Or I'd end up getting my ass kicked by someone. Speaking of ass kicking, what the hell was up with Lisa Leslie getting all up in Sheryl Swoopes' face last week? It was decidedly not cool with me. She's probably just pissed because Houston rocks this season and Swoopes was voted MVP at the All-Star game. I have nothing against the Sparks; in fact, I like them. But I have to admit that I loved watching Taurasi and company kick the shit out of them the other night. And I loved watching Vodichkova make all those shots.
Mom and I went shopping today. I was looking for another pair of shorts. I ended up buying some Sarah McLachlan sheet music, a new WNBA basketball, and dental floss. Go figure.
Big Brother 6 is crap, but I still watch it. |
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