yes, i am going to hit you.
aaron: what section are you in?
me: 66, upstairs if you wanna come by. actually in 67, row 6.
aaron: i’m like 8 rows behind you. i thought, “who is that dumb girl jumping up and… ohhh, is that lina?!
this is my life
hook ‘em hoops.
i’m sorry, but hearing you talk about basketball sometimes cracks me up
me: why is that?
friend: sometimes i think, wow, she gets it
it’s because i DO get it.
derrick rose decorating an mj cake and making chocolate covered strawberries for me.
bulls @ hornets.
this is something i need:
it is a cruel, cruel world that we live in when a girl like myself doesn’t have a tv or a dvr or enough hours in the day to watch all this fucking basketball.
i hope everyone is watching #11 georgetown at #13 syracuse right now. shit is ridiculous.
and i want to watch blake griffin in his debut at madison square garden.
and at 8pm central time we have (#3) horns hoops at ou, #20 unc at #5 duke, and the bulls at jazz.
i need to quit my life. basketball is consuming me. i’m completely obsessed and there is no looking back. only baseball can save me and bring a little much needed chillin’ and sanity back to my life and heart.
right now all i can do is breathe and deal with it. i have to face facts. i’m not gonna be able to watch every single game, i’m just not and i need to stop acting like it’s the end of the world even though it feels that way. it really, really does. this is painful.
can i have basketball for valentine’s please? pretty, pretty please.
such stuff as dreams are made on