the winter blues
Dragging myself from day to day only two things keep me upright: the Girlfriend, and the winter olympics. No, not Eurovision, not yet anyway. The Girlfriend is pretty obvious, but what about the olympics, I hear you ask.
Well, I've not become a real dyke yet, for I don't give a toss aboutskiing, snowboarding (though that was kinda funny) or speed skating Ice Hockey. Honestly, what kinds of sports are those? It's not even curling, even though -next to darts- that has to be one of the most fantastic "sports" ever invented. Where else could you find Olympic athletes in their fifties with perms?
No, the thing that's got me completely hooked is figure skating and ice dancing. I'm still not too clear about the difference between the two (the lovely LittleMoose did explain...), but both are breath-taking. I'm not even watching it for the chance that someone falls flat on their face, how bizarre is that? I watch it for the grace, the skill, the "oh my god, how do they do that" and of course, the lovely outfits. Obviously I don't understand the slightest thing about it, because the winners (Plushie Toy, or whatever his name was last week) leave me cold while I'm very enthused about people the jury doesn't fancy at all (what was wrong with Johnny Weir?). Yesterday I was rooting for the Kerr siblings, I think they came about tenth in the end. Ah well.
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Dragging myself from day to day only two things keep me upright: the Girlfriend, and the winter olympics. No, not Eurovision, not yet anyway. The Girlfriend is pretty obvious, but what about the olympics, I hear you ask.
Well, I've not become a real dyke yet, for I don't give a toss about
No, the thing that's got me completely hooked is figure skating and ice dancing. I'm still not too clear about the difference between the two (the lovely LittleMoose did explain...), but both are breath-taking. I'm not even watching it for the chance that someone falls flat on their face, how bizarre is that? I watch it for the grace, the skill, the "oh my god, how do they do that" and of course, the lovely outfits. Obviously I don't understand the slightest thing about it, because the winners (Plushie Toy, or whatever his name was last week) leave me cold while I'm very enthused about people the jury doesn't fancy at all (what was wrong with Johnny Weir?). Yesterday I was rooting for the Kerr siblings, I think they came about tenth in the end. Ah well.
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