Untouchable.

What a fucking week. First Beadle leaves me for Barnaby then Donahue's blog becomes the sweetest thing since sliced bread, leaving me in the shadows and now this little bitch decides to wear an absolutely dick smothering dress at an event for her 39 year old boxer boyfriend. I can't win and at this rate I never will. You win, universe.



P.S. I'm totally ignoring Sean Avery being benched, the demise of Rajon Rondo and the Celtics and the way my NCAA bracket looks right now. Don't even go there with me. Not this week. I'm 2 days away from reading don't kill myself books.