<--it's just not the same without my MAC, i can't help it. Some women are just born to wear red lips, i guess.
so as it's been well documented throughout the media-shut up and let me dream-i'm a mets fan, in a sea of yankees fans and a closet mets-devotee(i've tried to out my father at several family gatherings to no avail). i'm in the throes of watching the TWENTIETH INNING of a barely important early season game against st. louis, and i am FREAKING OUT. *i love david wright.* we have to stress this fact, and the fact that for whatever reason, while i personally live to chase a ball and kick it around for hours on end(HEH HEH)there's nothing in the world that is sexier or more exciting than watching a bunch of dudes in tight-assed uniforms swinging a stick at a ball and then racing around. NOTHING. this would be a good thing(my new friend is a baseball player and i happen to find this immeasurably erotic, among about a zillion other things about him)if there was any action in this twenty inning game. it took until the 18th for anyone to get a hit, and now they're in the middle of the 20th, tied, and i'm losing my mind. did i mention i love david wright? because i do, so very, very much. so in short, i'm sitting here, almost dozing save for when the mets got a hit, and wanting someone to win. [edit: the second i typed that the mets got another run. i'm good luck like that.]
i'm legit charmed over like you would not believe, and i'm trying to be really nonchalant and casual about it but this kid has got game like a fucking CHAMP, respectably so. i dont even care what people say about him otherwise. so far, i mean. ;)
i've run out of almond butter and oranges. whole foods will be visited soon. hopefully with no faceplanting or wet t-shirt contests this time.
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