Coconut Records, "West Coast"
Olafur Arnalds, "3305"
The Fall of Troy, "Ace One, Scene One"
Smoosh, "Free to Stay"
Kings of Leon, "17"
TGIF!
Godsent, si? It's 4 o' in the evening.. I'm sort of high from over-consumption of Coke-- no fret, 4pm tranquil is recoiling me back into normalcy. It's sad when I go batshit hormonal. I get these prophecies from Up Above-- further confusing all the ever-confusing matters. Unappreciated. Cough. Irrelevant; but I'm pondering the timeline for Yoann Gourcuff's venture in pornography. [This is soft-core, no?] What's relevant, however! Pre-season tours exemplified our potential 4-4-2 formation-- Anelka, Drogba up top with the backing of Sturridge. Zhirkov and Malouda on the flanks? Perhaps. I remain intrigued on our centreback pairings, though. Yes, I'm a bit down on the signings-- Zhirkov, Sturridge is uhuh, alright but I was expecting a bit of serious dig for Sergio Aguero. For the weekends: a platter of the high-pitched femmes, guilt-free sartorial expenditures, with Sunday morning's permissible editorial shoot and catching a bit of Lenka afterwards. Oh, and.. the part-time gig for Danish fashion web would be available for viewing soon. But if it's faggish, I'll shush. Oh, and take a dig at this! Manchester City's 9 strikers. Haaaay Craig Bellamy! Care for a round of golf?
[MUSIC] Sigur Ros - Gong
Ugh.. hormones.
Fuck, it's Wednesday. Mid-week is.. awkward. You're hung up on the previous weekend yet anticipating the incoming two-day break.. which is far off, still. Insert loud sigh. What's afleet, elsewhere: (i) classes are the norm-- except schedule changes, Madre's potential carpal tunnel from writing me "sick letters" (when I'm off on the couch, catching pre-season football..) and absence of Paul. Paul tripped on her shoelaces in church. Sad, ain't it?; (ii) MTV Asia World Stage. Stoked is an understatement. Kasabian, Kasabian, Kasabian. I contemplated on dragging metalcore-whore Stu.. but he doesn't appreciate Kasabian/Pixie Lott/normal music. It's safe to assume our past rendezvous(es) involved a lot of third-party screaming. A friend of his pointed out his interim deafness at one point and he retaliated with "What?". Fail. Keepin' it platonic.; (iii) submitted article/editorial work for the Danish fashion web-blog! If it's out-- I'll give a heads up, si? Awaiting the blings at the mo'.; (iv) drunk with love for my faux Alexander Wang bag. It's like an illegitimate offspring of A. Wang's "Brenda" and a quilted, studded bucket bag-- stuff of masochistic desserts. Shoes, up next! Heh, and I thought I was shedding off the materialistic skin. Damn. On the testosterone-clad side: Chelsea conquered all four pre-season matches-- I ain't never heard of this "World Football Challenge" trophy.. but it seems that we've won it. Strange things. Three weeks to Premier League opener. I'm stocking up chips already.. (Yes, all I do is eat and be a boy.)
[MUSIC] M83 - Graveyard Girl
Bubba Gump Shrimp & Co. is Godsent. Agree, oui?
"Because I ain't like nobody else. I don't settle down. I roam."
Ain't got time (and I'm not feeling poetic):
I love Daim cake. Irrelevant, I know.
exited school at 10:30am to catch Chelsea vs. Internazionale.
Will Ferrell & Charlize Theron = Chelsea fans. Click for proof/trauma.
Ashton Kutcher was there, too. How this is significant, I don't know.
Davide Santon is a sexy, sexy, sexy beast.
Michael Mancienne & Daniel Sturridge excite me to bits.
Jose put on a permanent bitch face throughout the game. Sex!
Yuri Zhirkov ain't starring because he ain't got a work permit. Yet.
Frank Lampard tanned well to a ultra-delish caramel shade.
A caramel Frank Lampard scored a penalty to further sexify himself.
John Terry, please don't leave.
State: stoked.
Uh, so.. it's been eons since a Blues-clad post-- I missed the self-centered ruminations and hormonal jabs. The squad is on tour across north America-- taking on Seattle Sounders, Inter Milan, AC Milan and Club America. [commercial break: Getafe is sponsored by Burger King. Hmm, Burger King stamps on their abdomens-- surely it's a valid excuse to have a bite..] Fresh blood Daniel Sturridge scored (and assisted for the 2nd goal) against Seattle Sounders. [Ljungberg was there. I thought that Swede died. The sunshine-reflecting head gave him away, sadly.. no love from my corneas.] It's hard to judge from a single game, but Sturridge looked kick-arse as Anelka's counterpart up top.. speedy, great eye for assists. The prospect of a credible youth is exciting, ain't it? Yuri Zhirkov had joined 'em earlier-- right before the Inter Milan clash on the 21st (Tues/tomorrow) hence watch out for the alleged "Russian Ronaldinho".
Fag moniker, by the way. Let's preserve normalcy and call him "Yuri" instead. No, I ain't got a clue of his potential affiliations with Yuri Gagarin. Please do not be mistaken. And Bos shaved his head. Stamford the Lion on Twitter is like a messenger from God. If I ain't mistaken.. the last Russian to grace us was Alexei Smertin, was it not? "Graced" in the subtlest manner. Oh, a bit of amusement from the Academy kids: Chelsea FC dance-off! Mad skillz from the young'ns. [Please translate that on the field.] John Terry, Didier Drogba in sight. Ain't no better judge than Drogba, hmm? Word. Uhuh, so.. speaking of El Capitan-- if I were in London, I'd give a mean bitchslap to Mark Hughes. Niama hai what the hell. Rumors are prancing around of a permissible "turmoil", but JT is due to clarify with an official statement soon, hence.. watch out for that. Chances of him moving equals the chances of me growing fond towards Anderson. Babyfaced cunt.. But, y'know-- if a deal falls through and the "ultimate betrayal"/apocalypse turns real.. damn, son! Aching hearts will echo. Judas namecalling.. the whole Ashley Cole ordeal, y'know? I don't want it. But, $40mil.. mm, Sergio Aguero.. (slaps self) Until then, goodnight!
[MUSIC] Passion Pit - Cuddle Fuddle
What I've learned these past few days:
Berbatov's thighs are made of God's best ingredients.
cake = magical arse.
I Saw It In A Rap Video is made of epic win.
I witnessed Owen's first goal for Manchester United.
men have admitted interest in.. my perfume.
