you spin me right round baby right round.

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Saturday, September 16, 2006 5:59 PM

wet wet day. sigh. stupid number 16 seed made such a big fuss last night about the re-draw. because with the original draw he would have gotten a walkover as the 8th seed would have been unavailible to play today. but with the new draw, he had to play me. but the bloody prat decided to go and arrange a trip to malaysia and come back sunday.

i mean comeon. if you cant make it, just give me a freggin walkover la. uncle freddy would have gotten a walkover as well and we could have spared ourselves the trouble of playing today cause we'd still play each other tomorrow. but he remained stubborn. so being mr. niceguy i just let it go and played freddy today.

I swear i played like an absolute idiot today. didn't hit it fantastic save for the occational stuffed iron. putting was streaky but good enough to keep me in it. and just never really had any kind of rythm all day long. thankfully i was able to gut it out and win 2 & 1. whew. one of the tougher matchplay rounds I've had to endure in a while.

but not without rain. a bloody 2 hour rain delay meant i had to wait and wait and wait after getting soaked for the lightning to clear so i could hit 2 shots on the 17th, win my match and shake hands with uncle fred. retarded! i mean, thank God i won today or else I'd be livid!

rushed back in a cab and showered up. now I'm gonna run off to church to bask in the ambience of the good Lord who's been so good to me lately. and I'm really thankful for everything that he's done for me! mass is gonna recharge me and I'll have dinner with the grandfolks after.

worked a little more on my writing project last night. it's almost finished! i can't wait!

tomorrow i'm playing the quarter finals against that fucker who caused me to play in the rain today. i'm gonna come out like a house on fire and dump him so deep that he'll never EVER disrespect me EVER again! because I AM THE CHAMP! AND NO ONE MESSES WITH ME OR MY PEEPS!!! *damn, i sound like a wwe wrestler! haha*

anyway, animosity aside...benji's back! yay! life can go back to its abnormal self again ;)

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine

any lower and you'd need a shovel