Just found out that an ex's new girlfriend is an f*ing cheerleader for the f*ing Oakland f*ing Raiders. Straight from the horses mouth. He called to see if I was doing ok and I told him I was fine...that a coworker sent me home with a couple dvd's of past Superbowls and I was being lazy... Then he said "that's great...you know [girl's name] is really into football too...but more because of her job I think". I should know a setup when I hear it, but to my defense I was high off of pain killers and wasn't my quick self so I said "what job is that?".
"oh, she's a Raiderette". It's not an off broadway version of the Rockettes...I looked it up. Blah! :(
Great! Yet another reason why I should scorn and loathe him. And my first reason (first in a long line I'm sure) to not root for the Raiders. Here's the second...great big sweaty monkey balls!
Because I'm obsessive like that I looked her up and let's just say she looks a lot like me. Except taller, skinnier, prettier, and she even comes with attachments (ie. manufactured parts). Just call me Cheerleader Lite! Half the makeup and apparently a lot less filling.
You know what? I'd still rather be an NFL coach than a stupid cheerleader. No offense to my cheerleader readers. Cheerleaders are ok as far as people go. Unless you're THE cheerleader...in which case *&%^)#%#^ you!!!.
I sure picked a great time to try to quit cussing...
Now if you'll excuse me while my tough, 'nad kicking, smartass inner self pounds my jealous, girly, insecure inner self into a big bloody paste!
When I'm stressed, I cook. YES, that's right...I watch football, I'm funny, AND I cook! Take that damn Raiderette!
Go here for pics and recipes of tonight's home cooked awesome as f**k dinner.