Our father who art in Chicago. Hockey be thy name. Thy will be done. The cup will be won. On ice, as well as in the stands. Give us this day our hockey sticks. And forgive us our penalties, as we forgive those who cross-check against us, Lead us not into elimination. But deliver us to victory. In the name of the fans, …Lord Stanley, and in the name of the Hawks. Amen.
The worst part about bottling your emotions is having some little, insignificant event set off the waterworks :/
so Im a bit odd, in which I like to read craigslist ads. i never reply to any, I just like looking. but tonight someone posted this and I thought it was adorable. still not going to reply. just liked the poem.
We both wear glasses.
I smudge mine often.
You clean yours regularly.
We both drink coffee.
I add way too much sugar.
You sometimes go for tea.
We both live in patterns.
I see the world in horizontal stripes.
You look stunning in polka dots.
We both dislike too much sun.
I tan like a farmer.
You burn too easily.
We both love the rain.
I enjoy kissing in it.
You enjoy staring at it.
We both feel alone.
I’m a human hermit crab.
You’re too unique.
We both think too much.
I’m an armchair philosopher.
You’re a futon revolutionary.
We both rock a little too hard.
Me with my imaginary mohawk.
You jamming out on a heavymetal kazoo.
We both dress oddly.
I wear the same old jeans and a revolving door of t-shirts.
You wear the forgotten treasures of a thriftstore romance.
We’ve both been unsatisfied with love.
I’ve found people too complacent.
You’ve been loved too unkindly.
We both live an open book.
Mine was written by some old Russian.
Yours was found text.
We both don’t get the world.
I get lost in everyday places.
You turn the mundane into adventures.
We’ll meet in a coffee shop.
I’ll walk past you in slow-motion.
You’ll get complimented on your hair.
We’ll talk for hours.
I’ll make you laugh.
You’ll make me think.
We’ll fit together like jigsaw pieces.
I’ll say it was a friend-of-a-friend.
You’ll say a chance meeting.
And no one will have to know.
That we both wear glasses.