|Wednesday, April 16th, 2003|
|best of 3...
That's what it has come down to. We've got to win one at home and one in Dallas. God, I fucking hate these guys so much.
And dammit, I'm at home. I shouldn't be lonely. Current Mood: aggravated
|Wednesday, April 9th, 2003|
|And look who won, bitch...
Remind me to kick Derian Hatcher's ass, please?
Fuuck, my head hurts like hell right now, and I'm completely sober. And I think my nose might be broken. And that son of a bitch was arguing the call?
Who. Won. The. Game?
*sigh* ...it'd be nice to have a certain someone here. Even if I'm supposed to be pissed still. Which I am, but...still. *sigh* Current Mood: sore
|Thing. A goddamn thing...
So you got what you always wanted, eh Paul? After all this goddamn time. Are you sure he isn't what you want? Are you sure he isn't what you've been looking for all along?
God DAMMIT. I don't need this right now, just as we're finally into the goddamned postseason. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Current Mood: angry
|Monday, April 7th, 2003|
We need to talk?
This is probably going to be bad. And what do you mean it wasn't what it looked like?
God, I don't even know if I want to know. *sigh*
|Thursday, March 20th, 2003|
Eh, so Arizona is boring. Lots of sand. Blah. Its warm, which is nice. But...
I'd rather be at home. Even if its really cold. Because then I'd have an excuse to have Paul warm me up. *grin* *hugs Paul* I miss you. *sigh*
Wow, we're down to like, 9 games left of the season. Insane. Then the playoffs. Just waiting to see who we play. ...I'd really rather not face Detroit. *shrugs* We'll see what happens.
Game tonight, and then I've got a ticket for a late evening flight to get my ass home. I'm sick of being on the road. *sigh* And dammit Mike, why won't you buy a webcam? *grin* Current Mood: lonely
|Monday, March 3rd, 2003|
|March 3, 2003. A wonderful date.
*bites lip* Okay. I'm going to make this short and sweet because...yeah. If not, I'll squeal and squeak and make a COMPLETE ass of myself.
I love Paul Comrie. More than anyone or anything I've ever loved before in my entire life.
...and he loves me. And life is good. Life is great.
Life is perfect. Current Mood: loved
|Sunday, March 2nd, 2003|
|What the fuck do I look like?
A goddamned monster? Like I'm going to fucking kill someone? *kicks something* fucking hell. Current Mood: aggravated
|Friday, February 28th, 2003|
|Thursday, February 27th, 2003|
|stupid road trips...
*grumble* I just want to go home. I'm tired and moody and I just really really really want to see Paul. *sigh* This sucks.
*kiss* I miss you, Little Paulie. ;) Current Mood: lonely
|Sunday, February 23rd, 2003|
|It is so nice to be home...
*smiles* Guess what? I am officially one half of a couple now. *happysigh*
Its just really really awesome to say that I have a boyfriend. Especially when I can say that Paul. Fucking. Comrie
is that boyfriend. *smiles* just too nice. Really. Current Mood: cheerful
|Tuesday, February 18th, 2003|
First and foremost, fuck Mario Lemieux. He's such a pussy.
More importantly, Paul Comrie is amazing.*shakes head* That's all I can really even think to say.
|Monday, February 17th, 2003|
Why? Why now, of all possible times?
*sigh* Yes. I'm still awake. Its 4:30 in the morning and I'm just sitting in this damned hotel room thinking about Paul. Who is in Pittsburgh. Waiting for me.
...he's amazing. Current Mood: aggravated
|Wednesday, February 12th, 2003|
|Fucking east coast...
This sucks. I want to go home. Its still cold and snowy there, but still...Paul is there.
He said last night that he wished I were there. *shrugs* It probably shouldn't have, but that made me feel really good. Because I miss him. And I really just want to go home. Current Mood: lonely
|Sunday, February 9th, 2003|
|"Get off of my couch, you whore!"
*snickers* Subject line courtesy of Mike. *grin* Poor kid is going to kill his brother. Paul and I weren't doing much, just sitting next to each other and kissing on the couch. Only for a few minutes. Then Mike saw, got pissed off, and I slipped out of the house before he moved from attempting to kick Paul's ass to attempting to kick mine...
So, Paul and I kind of talked last night about...whatever this is. *shrugs* This isn't going to be easy, but...I'm almost looking forward to the challenge of it all.
Besides, he's pretty cute when he's speechless. And when you pull away unexpectedly from a kiss...yeah. Really cute. And blushy. *smiles* I think I can get used to this. Current Mood: amused
|Friday, February 7th, 2003|
Hi, I'm Steve. And I'm a fucking moron.
*grumbles* Fuck. I wish...I just wish that he'd stop. Because I'm reading too much into things. And...I don't need to do that. Because it's just STUPID to even think that...anything could...happen.
*sigh* Current Mood: frustrated
|Sunday, February 2nd, 2003|
|This is new...
Hmm...this should be interesting, shouldn't it? A journal...
Everyone else is doing it. *snickers* I feel like I'm 15 again with this. *shrugs* Oh well.
Its the AllStar Break. We all need the rest. If we have any more injuries, we're going to be nothing but minor league players. *sigh* Um...yeah. I think that's really all I have to say right now. Current Mood: awake