Chelsey

I literally laughed when she told me. Then I felt bad.

Literally no one is doing it like my team

How am I supposed to sleep tonight when my human-shark hybrid son, who is approximately 3 maple leaves tall, and is somehow the leading goalscorer in Olympic hockey, has to play a gold medal game at the Olympics in the morning? What if an Upchuck brother is mean to him????

Ohhh we’re the Olympics. Ohhhh you can’t punch each other here.

LAME.

Olympic hockey is sad because that Italian guy absolutely deserved to be punched and he WOULD HAVE BEEN in any reasonable competition.

With no West coast hockey for two weeks and all the Olympic hockey games in the morning and early afternoon, I am going to get so much sleep. Bedtime routine? Sleep hygiene? Who is she?

New fandom! What if the new kids laugh at me and call me names????

Hmm. Sources would disagree. (Sources are the voices in my head.)

How am I supposed to accurately write a man who says shit like “your mitts are kinda stone” when he’s flirting?

I am a fraud.

I finished my first fic in a new fandom and it’s crap, it’s terrible, it’s embarrassing, it’s monstrous. I’m waiting for my beta to read it and tell me it’s not as bad as I think (it’s worse!!!!) but she’s too high to read so I must suffer 😩

I fear I’m losing the ability to relate to people who don’t understand what I mean when I say the bc freshman line is haunting the narrative again. You know. Normal people.

I hope all the teams have fun.

Very excited for Olympic hockey. I am cheering for Canada, Slovakia, and Sweden. I am also personally cheering for Quinn Hughes to smile once.

Most promo work is included in their contract for the show (which was tiny), but some of the other stuff (like talk show appearances, some interviews) is paid, though at a low rate. All of the stuff for Quinn is paid and paid well. Olympics stuff would not be paid because Olympics.

I love that you think Trump is going to stop being president. He won’t ever give it up now.

I’m writing hockey RPF now and it feels like crossing into a dark land where I forever said I’d never go

All the hockey podcasts talk about it. It’s definitely not a secret.

In the winter Margot winces when I go to pet her because she knows the first touch will hurt but not why. (She still asks to be petted though.)

And the Grillo’s pickles!

I’m not sure what it says that I’ve reached the point of noticing the condiments. I’ve watched this whole show so many times.

As a Southerner rewatching Heated Rivalry for the 27th time, I am so proud to notice that Ilya made those tuna melts with Duke’s. The only acceptable mayonnaise.
Brand deal when?

I would burn down entire cities for Ilya Rozanov, to be clear.

“Joy is not a prize we get for overcoming pain. It’s the presence that fuels us to endure it.” Clinging hard to that on this third week of Advent.

O come O come Emmanuel

Me: cozy and warm on the couch, 29 degrees outside, “maybe I’ll just stay home this morning.”

Checks the bulletin online and sees the songs

Me: on my feet and running like this is the Olympics

To be clear I mean print subscriptions. Physical magazines. Bring on The Year of Analog.

I am “for Christmas I bought myself a new Lodge casserole dish and 1-year subscriptions to Reader’s Digest, Real Simple, and Southern Living” years old.

I can’t believe we started the year with the Kendrick Lamar halftime show and ended the year with 50 Cent releasing the Diddy documentary. Everything else may have sucked, but this year was golden for rappers publicly dragging sex offenders.

Also just want to point out that I predicted this victory by having his thinly veiled counterpart in my Hasan Piker omegaverse fic win. Least difficult prediction of my life.

Yay Mamdani!!!