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So, first of all let me apologize for my tardy posts lately. My computer (You’ve seen him. His name is Tuck) has fallen ill and is staying at the Apple store for a while so I am at the whim of NYU computers. Awesome.
Second let me be completely honest with you: I enjoy football. THERE. I SAID IT. I ENJOY WATCHING OTHERS PARTAKE IN PHYSICAL ACTIVITY ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON. I’d even rather watch the Giants game over E! News. I don’t flock to the tabloids and I’ve only ever been on Perez Hilton’s site three times. I didn’t know Marc Jacobs had anything to do with Louis Vuitton until my first class of the semester (If you were wondering, we played a game to determine the years assignments in which we had the name of a famous person on our back. The looks I received were chilling. The assignment? Less than desirable). My parents being Irish immigrants think our sports in the US are stupid and loathe my weekend indulgence. I was introduced to football by my ex-boyfriend (I swear my story has a purpose). Read More
