"I want to win 15 championships.... if that's possible, that is."
-Greg Oden
Chaucer here. My intramural football team got absolutely creamed tonight in its first playoff game. That's right. One and done. The worst part: we played with only four guys in a seven on seven league and still scored twice. We actually would have won had we played at full strength. As is, I binged on Krispy Kreme doughnuts in the hope that I could eat my way through the agony of shattered dreams. A little dramatic for an intramural game loss? I think not.
Unfortunately, the Krispy Kremes were hardly adequate as a diversion to the game, so I turned to my contingency plan: a girl. Expensive? Usually. Disappointing? Most of the time. Generally speaking, a bad call? Risky at best. This time? Awesome.
Kubrick finished a chick flick about five minutes ago and since that time, he has convinced me to watch it. I think I might as well continue the theme of the night: an effeminate reaction to a painful experience. I ate, I sought for comfort in opposite gender, and finally, I retreated to my couch for a Rom-Com. Yes, I'd say the transformation is complete.
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