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The sound of the washing machine


Prince of Persia - Sands of Time


Disco Biscuits

Or, anything from my wish list.




Whatever, People. Seriously.
Jocelyn answers her email...

Post Date: 1/24/05
Original Journal Date: 1/24/05

Oh, I can't even talk about the stupid game. Okay, it's not even a stupid game. Argh. I believed people. I'm saying there's always next year. In the meantime, I got some, uh, really heartfelt sensitive email from people that I'd like to respond to. Here.

From DCWP
41-27. I need say no more. You can't stop the Academic Year of Dave (Bush, Red Sox, and now--the Pats); you can't even hope to contain it. You just have to accept it.

"You can take Dave out of New England, but you can't take the New England out of Dave"

To which I say...
OHMYGOD. First of all, CELTICS. When you get that base covered, come and talk to me. And also, I believe the last time your Pats won, and then again when your BoSox won, I was one of the first people to email and congratulate you. Do I deserve this kind of abuse? Do I? And also, sweets, I always knew I could never contain you. I need some vodka or something.

From Hobert
Big Ben: The next Kordell Stewart? Discuss.

To which I say...
That would be kinda mean if it weren't so damn funny.

From Big D
ugly. don't want to talk about it. cost me a lot of money.

To which I say...
Yeah, me too. Thanks a lot Mr. "That line on that game is totally wrong."

From Aaron
fuckin' pats.

To which I say...
You can't really not like them. They're America's team. Except right now, I don't like them. Celebrating all over my field. Fuckin' Pats.

And then, G-Man of Playsure sent this, which is not related in any way to the football game.
Bitches, dude, ... bitches...

And that email could really be about anything at all. I thought it had been followed up by a kick ass drunken phone call, but perhaps I was wrong. But honestly, who doesn't want to receive an email that freakin' awesome? More people should write email like that.

I'm really sorry about the game.

There's always next year.