February 17th, 2003

Bama Eyes, Bama Staredown

The quickest way to a man's heart is through his breastbone

Sorry about the title. Wanted something vaguely Valentine's Day related, but still completly fucked up in my own special little way. ::smiles::

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Anyway, that was my weekend. Since then, I've listened to my back crunch about a dozen times along what used to be the joints of my spine, and took a quick call from Jason. He's going to be working till seven every night this week, so it looks like our plans to go out and catch Daredevil (Ben Affleck IS NOT "the Man without Fear", damn you!) are off, as well as this weekend's game. Pay no attention to the subliminal message from the proceeding sentance, despite how true it may be.

My back's kinda grumpy at me, so I'm gonna pop some pills and try and relax until tonight. If I'm still not feeling so good, I'll lay on the couch and watch the replay of the interview with the self-proclaimed "Prince of Pedophiles"...I mean, "Prince of Pop" Michael Jackson. If I'm feeling better, maybe I'll go out for a while tonight - jsut have to wait and see.
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Bama Eyes, Bama Staredown

Halftime

1:30 left to go in tonight's ABC coverage of "Whacko" Jacko. I don't know if this is even possible, but I'm even more wierded out by him now than before. And to think that lavender_moon said that the second half was even more unsettling than the first...

::shivers::
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