Danny V.

So.. my Twins are spirally to their death by the Yankees..what else is new? I'm pretty sure if I believed in psychiatry, I would have something along the lines of Seasonal Depression. I mean, what will I do without baseball right now? My roommate is determined to make me a football fan.. gross. I hope she doesn't succeed. Also, school is just getting harder and harder, and it will soon start getting to that Minnesotacoldwhereyoucan'ttakeabreathbecauseitfeelslikethereisfuckingglasslacedinyourlungs. Why do I live here? Is there a land where it can be Fall all year-round and a lovely Danny V. to watch every night? I'd move in tonight. Fly away.



Tonight we went to the game early enough to watch the Yankees (fuck them.) batting practice, and so we just waltzed to the front row directly above our dugout and camped out there until the moment of the first pitch. Literally. I am officially in love with this one man, Danny V. He looks a little goofy on the television and in pictures, but believe me. Five feet is a pretty safe distance to decide that I'd be okay to marry him. On a more unfortunate note: he hasn't been having a great post-season. Oh and I heard JJ has herpes. (I think I've become more rambunctious

about their personal lives because I was just so close to them tonight.. Did that really happen?)

Anyways. I pray I PRAY that those fucking Yankees could just like.. not beat us in the next three games.. in a row.. two of which are in NY.. what? Oh yea, that won't happen. Sigh. Oh winter.