The natural state of the football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.
Always a bridesmaid never a bride my foot!
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.
The only thing that infuriates me is that I have more unwritten stories in me than I can conceivably write in a lifetime.
The real fact is that I could no longer stand their eternal cold mutton
You can't win for losing.
The stimulation I get from my phone does not feel like the opposite of boredom to me. It actually feels like a different flavor of boredom... a twitchier flavor. And sometimes, it's almost more irritation than stimulation. It's an itch.
They appear to have become so attached to their outrage that they are even more outraged that they won't be able to be outraged anymore.
No matter what I've done, what I've tried to do, everybody says it can't be done. And it's continuous across the complete spectrum of the various kind of realities that you confront with your ideas.
