I was told today that I look graceful when I play soccer. This is probably the highest soccer compliment I could ever get. For the first three and a half years of soccer I felt and probably looked like a giant clumsy troll whose torso wasn’t quite in sync with her legs. Also, our flat is being renovated. Also, ugh! Beau is soo rude. everytime we play pool he throws the games so they last longer, which on the one hand irritates me because its a bit patronising but on the other hand is good because the games last longer. we were playing yesterday after work and I wasnt really concentrating and he beat me. without me sinking any balls. Of all the shots in all the games that he could've deliberatly missed, that black ball would have been my preferred one, but no, it went straight in. Luckily his mum was there and so long as she was present and on my side there was no way my pants were coming off. I dont think he is going to forget easily though..
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