Football and Manda's Patented Touch-o'-Death

So, my roommate Amanda's had a bit of bad luck as of late. To cap off, here's what happened before Christmas break:

1. Her tires were slashed.
2. Her Grandmother was put in the hospital for failure to thrive.
3. Her boyfriend of two and a half years dumped her out of the blue.

And then, after the new year:

1. The Bucs lost.
2. She's been on a job hunt, during which
3. She was in a car accident.

So, saying that her luck is a little bad is a bit of an understatment. For a week or so, however, we thought things might be turning around. Then we realized that she's just been channeling her bad luck to others. Her pick for the Superbowl was Colts vs Chicago. Normally, she's dead on in football. Not this year. If you haven't been following, neither of those teams are in it anymore. So, today, she picked Dever and Carolina.

Denver lost. Pittsburg slaughtered them. No wait, that's unfair. Pittsburg murdered Denver, chopped up the bodies, rolled them in salt, and then fed them to the Bronco's mascot. Really unbelievable. So I'm blogging now, before the second game of today, to say that Carolina doesn't have a chance in Hell. They are screwed. Personally, I think that they're a better team than the Seahawks, but unfortunatly, so does Amanda. We're betting right now that Carolina's quaterback will trip on the field and break a leg before the game actually starts. Their only hope is that now that we've realized her current crippling affect on a team's ability to not suck, we think that Seattle will win. Its a battle to see where the bad luck goes.

God help them all.

Its me!

 
 

So, here I go again. I once had a blog, but the site shut down or was captured by pirates or some such thing. So I'm starting over. Hopefully, this time I'll actually remember to post.

A lot has happened in the last month or so. My room mate Amanda is still here, cause her boyfriend decided to be a c**k-biting f**k-tard and dump her. I won't bother with details (mainly cause we don't know what the crap happened, and she's sick of talking about it), but I'm happy that we are still living together, but sad that she's upset. No, wait. Replace "sad" with "blinded with rage"; I always get really pissed off when somebody hurts people I care about. She's really hot and really amazing, though, so I'm sure she'll bounce back and end up with someone even better than he-who-shall-get-a-fork-in-the-eye.

Enough serious stuff. This blog will eventually contain all of the wit one would expect based on my previous works. Oh, and my descent into madness as I try to plan a wedding, graduate college, figure out what I'm doing with my life, and keep the bunnies happy.

That's Snoopy by the way. She's the good bunny.