Today is my birthday and I'm pretty much going to sit around and watch tennis ALL FUCKING DAY AND NIGHT. First- yay that the French Open takes place during my birthday. BUT- GULBIS RETIRING IN THE FIRST ROUND???!!!!!???!!! People- I had him going to the FINAL in my raquet bracket!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! When I watched him retire yesterday, I started screaming at the television set, than I pulled my hair up over my head and then, I was shaking with rage, boiling with it, and then, like, blood started to spurt out of my eyeballs and then I started to turn into a werewolf, like, my head all stretched out and werewolfy, like in my favorite movie of all time, Underworld. That's how mad I was.
Shit. Anyway, today is my birthday and I get to watch tennis and I'm really, really trying not to think about the above subject matter. I was really enjoying the Dent and Lapenti match. I find both of those men very attractive in very different ways. Lapenti is just your typical insanely gorgeous Latin professional athelete- sort of like touching him on his super sleek brown abs would be like touching a tiny bit of God and, like, you would melt and start making all sorts of uncontrollable noises. Dent, on the other hand, isn't conventionally handsome at all- in fact he sort of looks like a neanderthal. But, oddly, that is part of his charm- he looks like he'd grab you by the hair with a big ole club in the other hand and drag you into a cave and, well, you know. Also, I'd love to get drunk with him and then let him drag me into a cave. He looks like a fun drinking buddy. All loud and physical and then falls down and passes out and shit.
Speaking of getting drunk, that is what I did last night. I know, I know, that seems hard to believe! It was awesome and fun but today I feel like shit. This is how it goes. Life. Anyway, I sort of like feeling like shit. It makes sitting around all day seem "OK" or something.
Digression alert- while I was watching tennis this morning, I started to talk about beautiful women with a friend on the internet. And he asked me, what did I think a beautiful woman looked like. I said Canas's girlfriend,
Fabiana Semprebom, and shared this link to a picture of her (and hey, that writer "pr" has some great posts! click on pr I think and then you get the motherload of pr posts.) He agreed and said something that I won''t repeat- it was the perfect thing to say after looking at that picture and his saying it really excited me--so then I started thinking about Fabiana and Canas (and hey, is he not in the draw? I think he is not. But who cares because he gets to nail Fabiana), and then, well, my friend, and then I had to stop watching tennis and go lie down. Sigh. And first, before I had my lie down, I listened to a song by Juliana Hatfield called "Always in the Mood". Then I got a little melancholy. The hangover was part of that, but I also sometimes get melancholy thinking about sex and professional atheletes and friends.
Here is an old post where I get melancholy on my train ride back from the Canada Open. Sigh.OK. Dent won. He's gotta play Soderling next. That will be a fun match, even if neither of them are Latinos. I did have Lapenti winning in my racquet bracket, but at this point- who cares. In fact, I think I have discussed this before, but one of these days I'm going to fill out the racquet bracket as BADLY as I can and see if can be in last place. Like, have some qualifier win the whole thing. HAHA. Sigh. I didn't do that this time, though.
Yours Truly,
Paula
