urban earth mother

Eighty-six fucking years!!!! But we did it !!! I could weep with joy.

...and we are so fucking close

They did it ! They fucking did it! And my man Johnny ROCKS! Johnny Damon, Johnny Damon Johnny Damon, Johnny Damon You're an angel to me Johnny Damon How I love him How I tingle When he hits that ball Everytime the Yankees fall My heart begins to fly Johnny Damon How I want him He's got something That fans can't resist And he makes Derek Jeter Really damned pissed I'm in heaven I get carried away I dream of him and Sox And how he really rocks Other fellows They may hit a homerun But when they all are done My Johnny is more fun My Johnny Damon How we love him And I pray That someday he will see Sox win World Serie' How lovely Heaven will be Sox win World Serie' How lovely Heaven will be Stretching for the rhyme there at the end, but it's late, and you get the point.

I'm exhausted and I need to go to bed but I checked the fucking scores anyway. It's the top of the nineth and we're up 2, but I know I can't go to bed until after the inning. If it goes into extrea innings I'll go to bed and hear it in the morning, but I can't just leave it during regular play. And I'm not even a sports fan, dammit! But This Could Be THE YEAR!

My landlord called me at work from my apartment to tell me he sat down on the couch (he's there while the windows are being finished) and the cat came over to curl up next to him. While he called, the cat dozed off and he just thought it was a very cute scene. Just thgought I'd share.