I hoped I wouldn't have to write this post this year. This was supposed to be the year. This was supposed to be the third time this decade where I could run screaming through the halls, screaming my love for the Sox at the top of my lungs. This was supposed to be the year where I could dance in the middle of the street without worrying about getting hit by a bus or looking like Bobo the Epileptic Hobo, a year where I would be so happy that nothing else would matter.
Fuck Anaheim.
sigh =[
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