I'm alive...barely...

By S(h)ara

Getting sick in the summertime is just plain lame. I've been MIA for what feels like months, but was only two days, because my body decided it would be a wonderful idea to get sick and subject me to a 101 degree fever. Nice.

So Mike Ryan is playing for some team in Minsk. Don't worry MJ, you will find another Sabre to love. Look how fast I got over my ill-chosen love for Brian Campbell.

In Minsk they speak Russian and Belarussian. I didn't even know Belarussian was a language. Of course I got that information from Wikipedia, and Wikipedia is clearly the best source for accurate information. Maybe Max can give Mikey some Russian lessons before he ships out. Basic stuff like "Hello" "How much does this borscht cost?" "No thank you, I would not like a mail-order bride."

I know I'm rehashing what everyone and their mother has said about Brett Farve, but I really do find it disturbing to see him in a Jets jersey. And I don't really care about football that much.

I feel like I should do my own 100 things, since I am nothing but a shameful bandwagoner. Should I just go ahead or wait untll Anne is done with hers?