Well, I won’t be joining the 27 club after all. I’m 28 today and also not famous. JEEZ. At least I have a snazzy new Jays jersey to cry into!!
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As virtuous men pass mildly away, / And whisper to their souls to go, / Whilst some of their sad friends do say, / "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." / So let us melt, and make no noise, / No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; / 'Twere profanation of our joys / To tell the laity our love. / Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; / Men reckon what it did, and meant ; / But trepidation of the spheres, / Mad fucks to be gotten cheap / Dull sublunary lovers' love / —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit / Of absence, 'cause it doth remove / The thing which elemented it. / But we by a love so much refined, / That ourselves know not what it is, / Inter-assurèd of the mind, / Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. / Our two souls therefore, which are one, / It's mad emo and I'm kinda sad / A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to aery thinness beat. / If they be two, they are two so / As stiff twin compasses are two ; / Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if th' other do. / And though it in the centre sit, / Yet, when the other far doth roam, / A constant lean and emo sad shit goes, / And grows erect, as that comes home. / Such wilt thou be to me, who must, / Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; / Fuck dude it all sucks and shit whatnot, / And makes me end where I begun.Following
Well, I won’t be joining the 27 club after all. I’m 28 today and also not famous. JEEZ. At least I have a snazzy new Jays jersey to cry into!!
Bautista’s family matters keeping him out of the Oakland series? It sounded bad! It’s not! He had a baby girl! I want to buy him a baby gift!
Also, how ‘bout that game last night?! Go Jays Go!
A year ago I wouldn’t have called myself a baseball fan. My daughter and I had been to a game or two, but mostly I just saw it as a thing to do if you wanted to drink really overpriced beer. Now, after buying season passes and attending as many games as we could manage, I’m finding myself a little teary reading Cito’s farewell. Jay’s games started out as something we did because we had the tickets, but they’ve become something we do as a family of proud Torontonians, out to support our team. My boyfriend and I are cultivating in my daughter a little baseball fan, even if that means going to a game with a poster she made that had “Go BJ’s!” oh so innocently written all. over. it.
I’m already sad for tonight’s game – the last game the Roger’s Centre will see this season. (Oh, but I would kill for a win tonight over the Yankees. Come on, boys, come on Bautista!) I’m sad to say farewell to Ciiiiiiiiitooooooo. But the Blue Jays will be back next season, and so will we. Go Jays!
We can only hope for a game half as exciting as yesterday’s—eight home runs for the Jays! They battered the Rays 17-11, with a little help from J.P. Arencibia. Dude got a home run on the first pitch of his major league debut. Can you beat that? Well, he did—with a single, a double and a second home run.
You better bet I’ll be wearing blue today. Go Jays!