remember that bit where i said it wasn’t our house? in the middle of our street?
it is about to become important.
i need to get out of this country. i’ll feel better when i do.
remember that bit where i said it wasn’t our house? in the middle of our street?
it is about to become important.
i need to get out of this country. i’ll feel better when i do.
it was wonderful. three counterattacks by middlesborough, awful defending from ricardo carvalho, three sucker punches to a sleepy chelsea side, and it ends 3-0. the bookies had boro at 7-1 odds to win. and then boro was like, fuck you, stupid bookies.
west bromwich albion also took a beating at my favorite london club just down the road from chelsea’s ground, fulham. it’s a beautiful, tiny ground, craven cottage. the ground has a nice view of the thames. the stadium is tucked away in a quiet residential neighborhood, near bishop’s park. (or in it? i am unclear on this.) and i wish i was at that match–it ended 6-1, with a hat trick from heidar helguson, two from collins john, and another from radzinski, to chants of “easy, easy, easy,” and “we want six.”
if i ever make this much post-tax
then all i have to do is put it in the bank
and then i get 10,000,000 x .03 = 300,000 a year less tax from the interest.
then all i have to do
is help people
is it really that easy? it doesn’t seem like it, even with all that money.