October 13th, 2001

NewYorkNewYork

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Off to the games!
Gonna watch my neice play soccer. I haven't seen her in a few weeks. The hyper active child just ROCKS, I tell ya
I think I'll bring my camera.

I am very much looking forward to my trip (less than a week, man) and I'm getting all jittery and nervous about it. Not the trip itself... but security at the airport.
I dont wanna go through all that, dammit.
But I must.
And I will.
Becuase I need some half hour long hugs.
NewYorkNewYork

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Things I've learned today:

Five year olds never get tired of Rock Paper Scissors if you make sound effects.
The game of "Watch How Fast I Can Run" is actually very very involved.
Kids who giggle when they punch you will also refuse to leave you when their parents come to collect them.
Soccer parents are scary, neanderthalic bastards who will warp the fuck out of their kids.
That lil girl Emily is going to break her father's heart one day when she tells him to fuck off with his demands. She's only ten years old now, and takes orders well. But when she hits 14, he's going to be in a world of shit.
My neice is going to be the next Mia Haim.
The goalie has the most slack position on the team.
Soccer moms don't like it when you refer to their kid as "the nose picker"
Kids don't rest at half time. They have water fights.
I will never make my kid participate in organized competitive sports.
Cell phones are still more important than the excellent pass the kid made.
Soccer parents are scary, neanderthalic bastards who will warp the fuck out of their kids.
The biggest compliment you can get from a guy (if he's five) is "No, daddy, I'm going home with HER!" followed by a rolling on the ground hissy fit.
Soccer parents are scary, neanderthalic bastards who will warp the fuck out of their kids.
I really like kids.
NewYorkNewYork

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it's very rare when I am filled with this sort of self righteous anger.

And this time it's going to explode

I'm gonna make someone cry

just wish I could watch