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It's five. In the MORNING. Why.
•C'mon, Vancouver. D:> This is bullshit, guys.
•C'mon, Montreal. >:| Fight on, scrappy team! Fight on!
•C'mon, Mets. @_@ Stop with thisclassic 11th-hour nonsense.
•I got a summons for jury duty yesterday. That's fine. But as it's five-something in the morning (I woke up from dreaming and decided to check scores because I went right to bed yesterday), I wonder why my dad -- passing by to use the bathroom -- thought it would be a good idea to knock on my door and tell me about it.
Why do you care, and why would I at FIVE IN THE FREAKING MORNING. ON A SATURDAY. Can't you just leave the peaceful silence of the day alone and not drag mundane things into it? Just because my bedroom light is on DOESN'T mean I want to talk to you (or even that I'm awake, as I totally fell out about nine with it on last night). What the fuck is wrong with you?!
•C'mon, Montreal. >:| Fight on, scrappy team! Fight on!
•C'mon, Mets. @_@ Stop with this
•I got a summons for jury duty yesterday. That's fine. But as it's five-something in the morning (I woke up from dreaming and decided to check scores because I went right to bed yesterday), I wonder why my dad -- passing by to use the bathroom -- thought it would be a good idea to knock on my door and tell me about it.
Why do you care, and why would I at FIVE IN THE FREAKING MORNING. ON A SATURDAY. Can't you just leave the peaceful silence of the day alone and not drag mundane things into it? Just because my bedroom light is on DOESN'T mean I want to talk to you (or even that I'm awake, as I totally fell out about nine with it on last night). What the fuck is wrong with you?!