je ne veux pas travailler
for the record i’m extremely hostile that i’m going to be flying out during game 7 and that the yankeescouldn’t just win it in 4 like i intended for the to do. fuckers. i’m so tired of these tied games or the waiting until the 9th to lose the lead. they won like 19-6 the other night and haven’t picked up anything. bleh. goddamn derek jeter. and a-rod’s ball-slapping episode of last night. wow that sounds bad. anyway. i just don’t know. its so awfully terribly and i’m starting to stress out a little bit about baseball. nothing much that i can do about it but try to remind myself that baseball is supposed to be a stress reliever.
i leave for washington dc in like 2.5 hours. oh-mah-god. i can barely control myself. i’m waaaay too excited. its just absolutely insane. fuck man. i mean. growl. i finally get to see erik. yesterday we were on the phone and he was just like “see you tomorrow.” and i realized that he actually will. its amazing. and i’m so excited about it.