Why does Ron MacLean insist on interviewing Gary Bettman? There is no bigger pompous, arrogant, RUDE, S.O.B. on this planet. I understand that it's probably a key interview, but nobody should have to endure his out and out rudeness and nastiness, and if Canadians could give their opinion, I'm sure they'd tell Ron to just not bother. It's not worth the abuse he takes for asking some very basic questions.
And if I ever get the great opportunity to meet that rancid little midget in a dark alley (hell, even in a well lit shopping mall), I'll be sure to get a shot in for Ron MacLean. Maybe 2 or 3 just for him, and then a whole whackload just for myself.

Crispy

I'm a little sunburnt. I've been going to bronzage for a week and a half, and I get burnt sitting outside yesterday afternoon, celebrating Mother's Day. Go figure.
I took a nice oatmeal bath to try and help. It didn't. I got in the tub and all I could think of was the last time I was so sunburnt and I took a bath, I wasn't alone. Tonight I was. I didn't like it. And I hate when I miss him. I hate him, I hate the situation and I hate myself for still not being over it.
Nothing going on, in life, really. A lot going on in my head. I'm too exhausted and annoyed with my weakness to even write about it. Here's hoping it will pass, must maintain the cheerfull, happy new Christy.

I know, I know, you've all been popping by, and I've been a very bad (lazy) blogger.
Honest, there is nothing going on, so nothing to report. Things are good. Still no dates, but that's okay, haven't been up for anything like that.
Yep, things are boring here.