9:29 AM
Reading the papers recently has been akin to playing a secret game of see-who-you-can-spot. For now, the novelty is still there and my heart never fails to skip a little beat whenever I spot names I recognise. My highest count so far has been 4. Seeing these familiar names gives me little doses of smugness derived from a sense of "I'm watching you", but rather, more of "I know what you did THIS summer". ooooooo.
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I wore a top out tonight that I've never really been very comfortable wearing. No it's not skimpy, no it's not vulgar. It just always makes me feel... self-conscious. As I walked towards the train station, the cool breeze gently brushing against me and my slippers making soft squishing sounds against the wet road, a small smile broke out across my face as a memory slowly floated back.
I had worn this T-shirt to a campus newspaper committee meeting sometime last year. My very first time to the meeting, in fact. There were many topics discussed in the meeting, and one involved the need for more sports writers, as numbers in that area had been dwindling.
After the meeting, the sports editor came up to me and asked if I wanted to write for sports. Ha ha ha! Does he think I look very sporty?!!?!?!?!!, I thought to myself as I gave him an absolutely incredulous look.
"Your T-shirt says 'I Love Football'," he said as a matter-of-fact.
Oh.
Because my daddy does, dude. Because my daddy does.