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we still lost, but it was the best match we’ve played all term. we really did just need to be a little more physical. last time they dictated the tempo of play. they were still a bit dirty today, a couple of sloppy tackles (poor bao!) and a couple of clear obstruction calls that didn’t get called, but we didn’t let them dominate like that. we really needed a ref.

i apologise for my slack defending that gifted them what turned out to be the winner. we still have some work to do in that area. (we’re like fulham! i even feel like inamoto today. there was one match where he gave away a howler of a penalty and then made amends by creating and scoring.) and we almost had a last ditch equaliser when hemond crashed a last-ditch header against the bar.

i am pleased with our fight. oh baby.

so they were chinese. and offensively drawn. and making fake chinese sounds. then some exhaust came and they became british. then suddenly in the next scene they were chinese again.

and the father of that cat is a pig. and that pig’s son has a pocket in his ass.

oh my god porky is going to commit suicide by hanging. but he is too fat.

and when you hunt ducks, it may be easier to buy one from random salesmen that pop out of the pond than it is to shoot one. think of all the money you can save on equipment like duck calls, hunting garments, bullets, guns, and decoys.

four good things happened today.

1. manchester united 1-3 fulham.
2. marlins win the world series (more importantly, the yankees LOSE)
3. death cab for cutie.
4. daylight savings time ends, so i get a crazy extra bonus hour.

four bad things happened today.

1. a lack of care.
2. we lost our football match by two goals to one.
3. i bruised my knee.
4. i am full of anger.

i am so worried. because we are all idiots in the end.

so my self-imposed deadline for deciding to move is approaching . . . and i have no idea what to do. because we are all . . . so apart. and yet, hanging on for something. this is encouraging. but my mood about that changes every day. i watch the way people act all the damn time. i question why the heck we all drink so much. that kind of thing. somehow, i think my desire to drink is an act? and yours too? what are you hiding from? what are you so . . . afraid of? maybe not. i mean, it’s really fun to hang out. but at the same time, i can be so happy without other people. it’s very strange. i am too smart for my own good maybe. i see all these good times, and i feel that at the same time, the path i am on is just destined for disaster unless i just make a decision. i just need to run around tackling things. mwahaha.

i wish you weren’t so stressed out. i wish you had the answers, or that i could somehow give them to you. what fleeting moments. and yes, the members of american analog set have to pay taxes. and first, i should decide whether to see travis tomorrow.

see us dance.

oh yeah, aimee smith was wandering about the middle east campaigning. ahahahaha.

and i really do care, even if i never show it. but then what’s the difference? this is my failing.