when the New Orleans Saints got up yesterday 13-0, i really wished those early field goals could have been touchdowns. i just had a feeling that would come back to haunt them. sure enough, along with the worst fucking blown call i have seen in my fucking life, the Saints ended up losing to the Rams yesterday, 26-23 in OT. i was hoping by waiting a day to write about it, i wouldn't still be pissed. no such luck. part of me would love to find the blind fuck that missed the most blatant pass interference in the history of the sport, and kill him. that won't solve anything, but it would please the fuck out of me. i can only hope now the league changes some fucking rules or something, but that won't solve the travesty from yesterday. of course, the Saints could have done a few things differently and the call wouldn't have mattered. but, i'm so fucking used to the heartbreak with this team, i'm nearly fucking numb.
the Patriots beat the Chiefs in the AFC Championship, 37-31 in OT. so the Super Bowl will be the Rams vs. Patriots. fuck, i hope the commercials are good.
at least the shows last night were pretty good.
True Detective was really good last night.
Crashing was pretty funny last night.
High Maintenance was hilarious last night.
Total Bellas was good last night.
Shameless was excellent last night.
SMILF was pretty good last night.
Black Monday was fucking hilarious last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Celebrity Big Brother. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.
my mother and sister got me some really nice things for my birthday this year. some clothes, a couple books, liquor, music and money... those things always hit the spot.
i did do a little poetry work today. i think i know where my next 18 poems are going. i wanted to get those out today, but honestly, a good portion of my will to live was extinguished yesterday. so, i think i need to build that back up first.
i hope everyone had a good weekend. i'll be on here tomorrow after i take mom to physical therapy.
Incluso un jodido ciego podría hacer esa llamada.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Grouplove - Welcome to Your Life
The Band - It Makes No Difference
Soundgarden - Blow Up the Outside World
"Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect." - Benny Hill
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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