Me, Watching Tennis

Me, Watching Tennis
Me, Watching Tennis

Monday, November 5, 2007


Well, I am so overjoyed that I could roll around on the floor touching myself gently but ecstatically and screaming and screaming and then eventually whispering and moaning, and then barely able to talk anymore, still managing to get out the words, the painful, beautiful words, "Nalbandian! Nalbandian!" Or better, "David! David!"

He won his second masters in Paris. He bageled Nadal. He looks like my husband. He is Argentine and speaks a million languages. He has class. He sings on youtube-

I forgot to talk about Martina Hingis and how she tested positive for cocaine. Do you know why? I don't really care. That said, what I really think is, give the girl a break. Every single person in London does cocaine. Really. It's wierd. It's gack central. Instead of people offering you, say, a pretzel, people offer you cocaine. Everywhere. It's not not just Kate Moss and her sexy scary Babyshambles boy, Peter D. It's just the way it is there. It's different there than NYC, where far fewer people do cocaine. People used to do tons of cocaine here in NYC. But now they don't. Things changed here in that people do less gack. And in London, people do more gack. GACK! Indeed, the last time I was in London, a stranger in a bar told me in a very light-hearted manner that he couldn't talk to me anymore because he had to go by cocaine. He said it like someone here in Brooklyn would say, "I gotta go buy some toilet paper." Or actually, not even like buying toilet paper, which is always a little embarrassing, even though we all need it. There was no embarrassment. It was more like- now I got it!-- "I gotta go pick up my daughter from pre-school". Yes. That is how it is in London with cocaine. It's like picking up your daughter from pre-school. One just has to do it. No shame, like buying something with which to wipe your butt. Just, you know, something you gotta do five days a week. So why are people angry about Martina doing cocaine whilst at Wimbledon? That's like being angry at her for picking up her daughter from pre-school. It just doesn't make sense. But I am not happy that Hingis is retiring. She shouldn't do that.

What else? Te quiero David!! Te quiero!!!!

1 comment:

Ampersand said...

I think what you are saying is, they should sell cocaine at preschools, instead of say cookies and brownies and so on. then people like Martina Hingis could pick up their children and buy the "gack" at the same time. at least, in London. also the school would make more money than they do from lame ass bake sales. in fact, every kid could have big wads of cash, furs, "ice", and drive home in a gleaming sports car every day.