helen went to capoeira last night, so i went to watch the liverpool game. i've talked about trying to ditch them, but it's just no use. i can't separate myself from this team, tho they're a constant disappointment. so it goes.
they were showing the football at a pub called the bleeding horse. the only other pub i've spent any time in here was called the bloody stream. not all dublin pubs are named after blood; just the ones where i drink.
so: it took seventy-seven minutes to score against (t)watford. sheesh. still, it's nice to win, even if against a crap team, especially as crap teams often whup some red ass.
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