Friday, October 14    

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wing
For some reason, I've been thinking about my favorite thing, but not my actual favorite thing (like my autographed copy of That Takes Ovaries! or my WNBA Barbie). No, I've been trying to figure out what my favorite thing about myself is. You know, like, why someone should like me. Intelligence? Not likely. Stunning good lucks? A little superficial, perhaps. And now I've decided: My favorite thing is the way I watch sports. Give me 20 minutes with a sporting event -- any sporting event, not just the ones I care about -- and I will go batshit insane over what's going on. I will have picked a side. I will call into question any judging/umping/reffing that goes on. I will have made derisive comments about someone's mother. I'll turn on a game for background noise, and 20 minutes later, I'll be screaming at the TV, and Jen will come in and say, "I thought you didn't care about this game?" To which I will reply, "I don't."

I'm not quite sure what this says about me as a person, but I feel it's something important. And special.

  posted @ 9:26 PM |