We lost, Fullerton’s players were a bunch of classless assholes, and my team played like they didn’t give a shit.
Oh, and Brian almost kicked me out of the game, but that seems far more appropriate than the rest of this crap.
I’m about to leave for the Kroc Center for the last time ever and basically my heart is in a thousand pieces and then I feel stupid for being so emotionally attached to a rink and that just makes it worse.
Every time I plan a day to go to Disneyland something else comes up and I’m getting really annoyed.
The guy at McDonalds just told me my eyes are gorgeous.
Excuse me while I flail around and grin like a doofus.