You wake up in your bed, still drugged from some god forsaken nightmare and drenched in sweat breaking from a fever. You painstakingly look at your clock to get the time and realize shit its just 3 am. You cant breathe, you feel like you took red bull and sleeping pills at the same time hence you cant sleep and of course the expired medicine you took does not help your case and however hard you try to fall asleep as in 3 hours you have to get to work. You know then damn nothing can can go beat how bad today shall turn out. Who knew real could make all that seem trivial. I shall not go to the painstaking details of the rape, actually is it really rape if its willing. real were hardly even trying apart from the saint himself. I unlike many had the false hope real would win but i knew we would not go through. I had already prepared myself that CL was not something real was going to get after watching them play at home. However what i was not prepared for in anyway was to see real stab themselves but then offer the sword to liverpool. There was no fight at all, the least i was expecting was to see real strive to get to penalties. Liverpool came to pillage but real had already stripped down for them. All be said and done, Real Madrid can still win the liga, lets hope the fallen white angels can still pick themselves up.
thoughts in my head
I hate being sick :(
What the fuck real honestly what the fuck
Casillas is truly a Saint
Hala Madrid
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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