16.Sep.2003

emotional intermission

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le sigh

I'm fucking heart-broken.

I was very much hoping The Giants would stomp The Cowboys into a Taxi-Cab Whistling, City-Night Hustling, Eastern-Anti-Hospitality Pulp of massy, pig-skinned victory.

But alas, as wont they are to be, my hopes were brutally and ineluctably smashed.

I'm not usually an NFL fanatic, but (a) there was money based on the game, (b) there was status based on the game, (c) I will take New York over Texas any day of the week, and (d) I did not purchase all of those Tecates for no reason.

We now return you to your regularly-scheduled ennui.

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time & machine