More Cheating Bastards... and Home.

Holy Christ, what a week THAT was.

Yes, Eduardo dived, he's a cheating bastard. No, he doesn't deserve the 2 match ban. Yes, he's gone down in my estimation. I don't give a toss about his FORMERLY broken leg. He sure seems to be healthy enough to fall over in mock agony then bury a spot kick directly afterwards. Yes, I do believe he's healed.



Yes, Rooney dived, he's a cheating bastard. No, this is not news. No, I don't think there's some anti-Arsenal conspiracy. No, I don't think anyone anywhere has the idea that 'helping' Manchester United win matches benefits anyone anwhere else. It's simply a case of shite referees. That's something ELSE that's nothing new. I don't even want to think about it anymore. I have a couple weeks before the whole Man City thing comes up and I want to save sufficient amounts of venom for Adebayor. Enough football for now.

My BFS is only a few weeks away and I'm anxious to get going already. I look forward to adding more to this blog once I get settled in and begin my life anew over on foreign shores. (Yeah, I know, it's not REALLY 'foreign shores', but it sounds effing dramatic) I think this horseshit I dish out will shift in scope as well. It'll be less Arsenal and Arctic Monkeys and more... hmmm... more... mmm.... about... uh.... my actual fucking LIFE! I'll be in the biggest city in the whole wide world, so I'm sure there'll be something more interesting to write about than... 'It was hot today. It didn't rain. It was humid. It'll be the same tomorrow. When do the Cowboys play?' Bloody hell. I love Texas, but lately it's been a tad tedious to say the least. We shall see.



Home sweet home.