i really thought this was going to be a day where i would be feeling great. the NFL Draft is today, the Yankees won yesterday, the Knicks got out of the first round for the first time in a decade and Manchester United was up 2-0 at halftime. then, i found some more fucking ants in the kitchen and it all turned to shit. my back is killing me. mom is out walking by herself, so my anxiety is raging a bit.
here are your two videos for this day of National Poetry Month:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Young Sheldon and NJPW.
i will probably watch some of the NFL Draft tonight. the New Orleans Saints pick late in the first round. i'm definitely interested to see where the Ohio State guys go tonight.
the New York Rangers play a pivotal Game 5 tonight at New Jersey. the series is tied 2-2.
so, i was pretty happy when Manchester United was up 2-0 at Tottenham at halftime. even when Tottenham made it 2-1, i figured United would score a third goal and see it out. Bruno hit the fucking crossbar and that was about as close as United came to that third goal. ETH's substitutions didn't click today and honestly, they played a role in the 2-2 draw. what truly pisses me off about the two points dropped today, they knew if they won, the top 4 was basically a given for them. now, that is not the case.
i am going to try to get this blog done in the morning tomorrow. mom has a doctor's appointment in the afternoon and Orkin is coming in the early evening.
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
Los niños en estos días no tienen idea de lo que realmente es el fracaso
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:
Chyle w/B SELF - DAY
Marty Stuart - Sitting Alone
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - Cast Iron Skillet
Amanda Shires & Bobbie Nelson w/Willie Nelson - Summertime
Goose - This Year's Love (Live)
"Nobody's life is as romantic as it is in fiction." - Ruth Glick
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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