Sunday, January 23, 2005

Football breeds deep thought

I’m spending my Sunday afternoon knitting a scarf for my grandpa and screaming obscenities inspired by the NFC Championship match – a game, to tell the truth, in which I really actually care (or have any money on) what team wins.

My chosen activities have brought me to this: I may hate myself 70% of the time, but at least I’m not like all the other girls.

At least there’s something else to me. Even if it's strange.


Constance said...

Started knitting a pair of slippers for myself(because everyone I know knows better - hence the pile of nobody will wear items)

If I hated myself 70% of the time I would really miss out on hating so many other things.

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