.... Like. Whatever.
Aug. 17th, 2004 07:26 pmI think I've lost the plot somewhere tonight. I think it was around about the point Andy Roddick's match took another ten years off my life. I spent two hours screaming obscenities at the TV until he actually paid attention and got his ass in gear. I think the longest I shut up for was when the commentators mentioned Federer had lost his match out on court one. I was stunned speechless for a good ten minutes.
I should stop watching tennis. It's bad for my mental health, I swear it is.
... I can't cope with anything after that stress. My parents said it was dull, which stunned me speechless again. This is coming from people who watch endless gardening and golf.
Each to his - or her - own I guess.
Christ. Who needs a drink?
Clo
I should stop watching tennis. It's bad for my mental health, I swear it is.
... I can't cope with anything after that stress. My parents said it was dull, which stunned me speechless again. This is coming from people who watch endless gardening and golf.
Each to his - or her - own I guess.
Christ. Who needs a drink?
Clo