The Game
There are times in life when we all get thrown a few curve balls.
Sometimes they get kind of lobbed over halfheartedly, giving you time to bob and weave...bob and weave.
Other times, they're pitched at high speed and your only options are to either dive face first into the dirt or spend an obscene amount of time nursing a fractured skull.
Either way, it's an inevitability that at some point in your life, you'll find yourself face to face with the little fucker responsible for calling open season on your head. And when that times comes I hope you dust yourself off, march right up...and spit in his eye.
It's time to bring this season to a close.
posted by Lindsey @ 5/07/2006 11:32:00 AM
21 Comments:
And when that times comes I hope you dust yourself off, march right up...and spit in his eye.
I prefer to plot subtle yet incidious revenge.
....if you really dis spit in someones eye, you are my new personal hero
Or...
...put your hands up and hit it the fuck out of the park.
well said, well said...you are my new baseball hero...
Great advice. Next time I see that fucker responsible for calling open season on MY head, I am sooo going to spit in his eye!
...or whack him upside the head with an aluminum bat.
Good post!!
I hope you were able to bring that season to a close :)
bravo Linny!
**spend an obscene amount of time nursing a fractured skull.
lol!
Keshi.
So who do you have in your sights, Linny? A pity him, whoever he is.
Bravo! Just make sure you enjoy it too.
If you are talking about this flu I've got, you've described my feelings pretty accurately!
revenge is way more fun
you could always do the same back to said impish person who has been reeking havoc with your head, that could be fun ;)
I think the guy lobbing those balls at our heads should be dragged out into the street at high noon and shot repetedly.
Hey Linny me girl!
I do hope you're talking, generally, about a guy, or an ex of some sort, and not about writing and/or blogging.
You could very well be talking about this block of yours, licking it, though it's not really a block, I know.
It's just the two weeks of What-the-hell-do-I-write-about?-Well,-I-could-write-about-this-or-that-and-so-on-and-so-forth-but-I-don't-much-feel-like-it-and-nothing-seems-to-sound-right,-and-I'm-not-sure-I-can-anymore’s.
Don't worry. It's been going around. ;)
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Hope you're well. Have a great week! :)
Happy Monday,
~ Ash
Am sure he deserves it..
hang in there linny, that silver line around that dark cloud is there.....
I'll be cheering for you from the sidelines.
Girl are f'n kidding me? ya have to catch that ball in the outfield and throw it at the guy who's trying to steal a home run.
*sings* life, it's the name of the game and i wanna play the game with you
sorry, just thought i'd share that little gem of a TV theme tune with you
they want me to write the feem toon, sing the feem toon (random little britian quote for those who missed it)
Do it - spit in his eye!
I'm going to give youa big AMEN on that.
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