The fact that I figured out how to blog on my iPod does not bode well for all you followers. This means that I no longer need a stupid computer to force you, my very captive audience, to be at least made awear of the existance of my overwrought emotions. I will almost always have a way to whine to you.
I am feeling the nerves, and these nerves are felt for my dear team
Canada. Oh they are good. I love those boys and I do believe they have stolen my heart. They just scored.
Oh boys keep it going.
I love you all.
I shall try to marry a hockey boy one day. But that may cause problems because he must have good teeth. That may be what you call a conflict of interest. Interest are always seaming to be in conflict. Like an interest in sanity compaired to an interest in heartbreak, or those who lead to heartbreak. Those beautiful smiles and quizical conversations that just take my brain. Bascially you are cute and I dont understandwhat's going on in your head. I would bet you don't know what to make of me either. Hopefully you think the same of me in the other case as well. This is basically me wishing that you cared about me the same way I do for you. This is the heartbreaker. And this is why I keep wishing.
Come on boys, time to bring it home.
Oh my god, time to restart the ticker, Canada is a gold medal contendor.
Número 1, you make the nation proud.
87 is my love.
I believe.
Canada: we have more square feet of awesomeness per person than any other nation.
Sent from my iPod
tell me a story
- rachel s.
- i was born in april, making me an aries and a fan of the letter a and the number nine. i am are strong willed and tenderhearted, prone to tears, angry fits of rage and laughter. i like tea, poems, rain, songs on repeat, good friends, pretty eyes, bad tv, and good teeth.
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