June 12, 2002
I post, but I can't, you know, post. Switching hosts and FTP problems.
But it's okay, it'll be fixed soon. I hope.
Anyway.
1) Argentina was eliminated from the World Cup today. The pleasure this gave me can only be compared to post-orgasmic bliss. Honestly. It was about time those smug whiny bastards lost for once. And really, I have nothing against the country, which I'm sure is lovely and all, and I'm really sorry about the situation they're going through right now (God knows things are not much better here), but the football team is another story. I've loved to hate them since I have memory, like the Yankees. Especially after they cut England's pass to the quarter finals in France '98. They cheated shamelessly on that game, whining for everything so the referee handed as many yellow cards to England as he could. One of those was for David Beckham, who already had one, so that little yellow thing threw him out of the game that Argentina ended up winning. So last Friday's victory of England over them is still on tape over my VCR, and has been rewatched 4 times already. The thing is, they deserved to remember that yeah, they can lose too. Humility never hurt anyone, boys.
Which takes me to...
2) England *did* make it to round two. Spazzastic much. Yay!
3) A group of friends and I have decided we *must* go to the next World Cup, Germany 2006. We have 4 years to save enough money and go see at least one game. Of course, I insisted we had to go see England, no matter how many hooligans may be there. Of course, if we're lucky, Venezuela could make it to the WC too, so it's a given they'll be our priority team if they go. I mean, come on... it's our people there. But I still wanna see England play. <.g>
3) I have the worst crush *ever* on one of my providers. I've never seen him, but he's the sweetest thing over the phone. He's nice and special with me, and he makes me giggle. I can't picture him being anything but cute. Maybe he looks like Mick Jagger, but I really don't care. Cute. I'm a crazy teenie.
4) Our company's yearly raise SUCKED ASS.
5) It's fun to sing South Park songs to your non-English speaking coworkers. Although I do suspect they kinda realize it's bad when I sing "shut your fuckin' face, uncle fuckaaaa..."
6) Last night's Buffy was AWFUL. She was working on this fast-food joint where all signs pointed to the classical "hamburgers made of muman meat" plot. However, the real bad guy was this worm that lived inside an old lady's head and looked like a gigantic penis with teeth. I swear, that thing was The Giant, Veiny, Shoulder-Eating Cock of Death. And talking about that, Buffy keeps on avoiding Spike, but everytime they're alone, they shag like bunnies. I'm lost. Really.
Ack -- more later. I have to finish reading Bridget Jones' Diary for e-muse's (formerly known as Ascullyfic) Book Club this week.
But it's okay, it'll be fixed soon. I hope.
Anyway.
1) Argentina was eliminated from the World Cup today. The pleasure this gave me can only be compared to post-orgasmic bliss. Honestly. It was about time those smug whiny bastards lost for once. And really, I have nothing against the country, which I'm sure is lovely and all, and I'm really sorry about the situation they're going through right now (God knows things are not much better here), but the football team is another story. I've loved to hate them since I have memory, like the Yankees. Especially after they cut England's pass to the quarter finals in France '98. They cheated shamelessly on that game, whining for everything so the referee handed as many yellow cards to England as he could. One of those was for David Beckham, who already had one, so that little yellow thing threw him out of the game that Argentina ended up winning. So last Friday's victory of England over them is still on tape over my VCR, and has been rewatched 4 times already. The thing is, they deserved to remember that yeah, they can lose too. Humility never hurt anyone, boys.
Which takes me to...
2) England *did* make it to round two. Spazzastic much. Yay!
3) A group of friends and I have decided we *must* go to the next World Cup, Germany 2006. We have 4 years to save enough money and go see at least one game. Of course, I insisted we had to go see England, no matter how many hooligans may be there. Of course, if we're lucky, Venezuela could make it to the WC too, so it's a given they'll be our priority team if they go. I mean, come on... it's our people there. But I still wanna see England play. <.g>
3) I have the worst crush *ever* on one of my providers. I've never seen him, but he's the sweetest thing over the phone. He's nice and special with me, and he makes me giggle. I can't picture him being anything but cute. Maybe he looks like Mick Jagger, but I really don't care. Cute. I'm a crazy teenie.
4) Our company's yearly raise SUCKED ASS.
5) It's fun to sing South Park songs to your non-English speaking coworkers. Although I do suspect they kinda realize it's bad when I sing "shut your fuckin' face, uncle fuckaaaa..."
6) Last night's Buffy was AWFUL. She was working on this fast-food joint where all signs pointed to the classical "hamburgers made of muman meat" plot. However, the real bad guy was this worm that lived inside an old lady's head and looked like a gigantic penis with teeth. I swear, that thing was The Giant, Veiny, Shoulder-Eating Cock of Death. And talking about that, Buffy keeps on avoiding Spike, but everytime they're alone, they shag like bunnies. I'm lost. Really.
Ack -- more later. I have to finish reading Bridget Jones' Diary for e-muse's (formerly known as Ascullyfic) Book Club this week.