Why yes ref, I did tell you to suck my...

GOOD:
We're going to start this one with the good... because as bad as things have gone, Friday night was REALLY good. The game in Atlanta was crazy. Hammer sucks trade him quite amazingly had a hand in every single goal scored except for the OT winner. WTG Hammer! NOT! I still love you though. It was a sloppy game where we somehow managed to outshoot our opponent considerably while letting stupid plays score on us. There was some hot 20 on 20 action but yet again he crushed my dreams by not fighting Armstrong. I really wish he'd go after some small smurfish dude just to get it over with (and to fill my life with pure joy!)... I know he's got it in him.

BTW, did you see the overtime GWG? Hellz yes! Actually, most people at the game missed it. I guess my radar worked out for once because I saw that beauty go in from across the arena. Suck it haters! The night progressed into stupid "let's get soaking wet in November" bliss and now I'm paying for it but honestly, I don't even care. I've always loved every aspect of the Olympics and getting to run through the fountains at Olympic park was grand. I love Atlanta. I wanna go back. The night ended with more drunken fun and a trade that had Whispy and Shea at even worth. Funny how things like that happen.

UGLY:
Last nights game against the wild was just ugly. Blown calls and turnovers were happening left and right and I can't handle both. Suter was dirtily hit after the whistle and Shea hottingly stood up for his secret crush and I have to say it was unbelievably hot and I don't say things like that about him. Suter ran his mouth and I can only snickeringly imagine what he said to the ref to go to that box (btw, PARTY IN THE BOX! Damn, I would have enjoyed being in there)... I really REALLY REALLY wish I knew the words that had come out of his mouth. He's not all good. We'll stop there because everything else makes me want to shoot myself. I hate you Zidturd and Ville.

By the way...the crazy catlady that sits next to me needs to go on somewhere. Seriously. You bring a book and yogurt to the games with you and then talk about how you think you should get a refund for your ticket because you aren't getting the entertainment value you think you should? You're joking right? Then you constantly bring up the fact that Leggy is a first round pick and that he should start playing like one but there are two things wrong with your logic... it's not his fault that he was chosen in the first round and do you see who he's paired with? Joel Ward. Seriously. Also, stop yelling shoot. You make me want to shake a baby with that crap! Finally, Ville sucks and I have the right to boo and make "Ville Sucks" refrences as much as I want. You need to pay attention to the game because he is clearly NOT "a good player" and I don't really care if you like him or not.

BAD... and I mean REALLY bad:
I'll probably never get to see my cousins again because my uncle is a fatass bastard lawyer who thinks that because he's his own boss he rules the world. Quit thowing your money around like you're made of it. We're not dumb. I've personally given your children Christmas when you couldn't afford it. The fact that you threw money in my Grandaddy's face hurt you more than it helped and you're insane if you think you're not dead to me after what you yelled at my mama. Dead to me.

Also, Kristen is a money mooching cow who cares nothing about anyone but herself and I'm tired of it. I have yet to see a dime for her season tickets, I paid for the rental car and the gas that went in it for the trip, I bought her a hamburger and a coke last night with no mention of a thank you, and I paid for the parking in the lot last night. What has she paid for? A bag of clothes sitting on MY bed that belong to her. No more games. I'm done. I shouldn't have yelled at her while she was on the phone with him but I'm tired of it.

Why? Why did these douchetards decide they were going to ruin my happy Ryan Suter/Atlanta/Gatlinburg weekend? That's really not nice. Oh well, I have an awesomely blurry #1 star of the game pic, a $5/$10 sign, a Thrashers beer cup, memories of looks of recognition, and tons of sex pot "you're beautiful" photos from that game that I didn't even take. On to waiting for Christmas now.