my total arch nemesis:

but seriously, the new single by TK,

out now at all wal-mart locations
this side of the mason-dixon line
i said, i said, i said: how d'ya like me now?
amongst beef jerky chews,
how did'ya like me then?
who did you think i was?
it's the TK way, so they say,
like, woke up this morning,
felt like bombing someone. you
should be locked up, bro-ski
but it's the american way,
look where it's got us, mate.
do you like my pink writing?

reporting,.

just checking in, shaking hands, exchanging pleasantries. i just dominated a 3 egg omelet w/mushrooms & avocado, roasted po-ta-toes, wheat toast, & about 3 lrg cups of cinnamon coffee.

total bliss, downtown situation, like dominating the parking meter, you know how we roll,...like 2 quarters in = 2 hrs, which means someone's enjoying some free park/sit, straight up on me, but that's how we roll, like high roller style. (it's funny, "I'm so bored with the USA" just came on, ya know, the Clash, the greatest band ever - how can you not love them/sing alone?)(love the states, don't mess me, just kind of ironic/current situation type stuff)

do not try/disagree with me, I'm not in the mood, not in a bad mood, but just not wanting to fight with you today kind of mood. but i know, everyone loves the Clash, so i'm not original, even though i did discover them at 14 maybe 15, which for my up-bringing was relatively young, I mean i aint mad or anything i had a great childhood, but 70's English punk bands w/a social message weren't pushed on me as a youth. (i digress)

my thoughts/interest are waning, we must part, scored Cardinals tickets for friday, can't bloody wait, last year it was an amazing up-lifting experience, hear they're going to rock out this time, he is a hero, i look up to him & his blog. endless hrs of entertainment & inspiration fo r me writings & the like. ta-ta or bye for now.

i'm a stay at home mom,....

minus the soaps & bon bons,
mellow minds lead flat conversation
friends tending to children(s) organizations
my husband is at work,
(at least that's where he says he is)
so here I sit, fingers in a maze,
thoughts/dreams lost in a haze,
like a lost ship's anchored ambition,
the hours stack like a stalled transition
hands create jail cell across my numb face
a simple reminder, my situations time & place
the kids!, oh I must have forgotten,
boredom arrived-absent mind-don't got 'em
that fantasy, an imagined reality
someone/something to set me free
oh, mind lost like gold in a fairy tale
anxious moments like bottom of empty well
when will feelings fleet away & allow respite?
fate stands tall & proud, I've chosen this.

oh,..oops! I made the cover of inside (S) advertising
sales weekly magazine,
& look, i've gone done & pulled
a daft face just like david brent did.
geez,..help,..!

(oh brilliant:) crumbs

it's Saturday, so you're waking up, dusting off, stretching, peeing, who eats breakfast? a show of hands please.

your one unmistakable thought is to, asap, check this blog, i mean how can you not? when you've over slept 10 or 20 minutes on a work day, you don't first feel impending doom, you're like, "oh man, jesses' blog, S, what am I going to do? like what if he's up to something? oh geez, oh geez. like I'm just dying to know what his pick of the week is,...."

when i slack, or just run out of ideas, or get caught up at work, you wonder, "i wonder what he's up to, i hope he's ok, oh man, geez, maybe he isn't feeling well." you see, these feelings are OK, we are a family here, i have these same feelings too. remember, i'm just a simple reporter.

(i just picked a huge booger, so big i had to walk it over to the trash can to discard, i would have tripped & fallen over it had i flicked it on the ground)

but back to my greatness, i'm thinking about charging a monthly subscription fee for my blog. what do you think? uuhhm around maybe 39.95 per month for unlimited reading? maybe i could make enough to quit my job, or buy 3 more chairs for our table that just has 1, you see, ia m poor, but very good looking & (I THINK) healthy. ha,..no,..or no,..(in spanish). & i suppose in the end pretty happy, i guess that's all that matters, happy, yes, but maybe a little frustrated.

surely i jest,...?

just the title, not the script

my total hero: (this shouldn't be, but it was the way he spoke, it was the fault of the words)

but I digress,

I'm trading like for like you see,
tick for tack, same thing,
duplication - blood for oil,
to the victor go the spoils
these things take time, a run on marathon
ya know? on & on & on & on.........
however, in the news today,
Dear Science figured out a way,
a way to make love hold sway,
ya know, stay & not fade
beautiful transfiguration, like the old days
the old way, the creator having a say,
God, help me to ---------------------.
that is my prayer to you that
on a cloud, in a dream I saw the
ashes of my ancestors in the world below me,
revisited a simpler time, a time before the fire,
before the great frustration but a time
after the meaningful manipulation
like mind control, a mind device
a futuristic verb,
filling your inner sensory receptors
with your robot masters' questions & answers.
like drone, on & on, until the fabled ending
sing a song, fall in line, but oh, like
the article before me,....

I digress,

mind control like a 50's robot telling machine
alien space station = global domination
but these eye laser beams, (cue sound) (zzorbb)
red & glaring into your inner most thoughts
fills body soul with hotchip drip
manifests fears unable to quip
reading tales like a book, like a flip page
manuscript, tales of imminent danger,
a disaster piece if you will,
seizing control of warm thoughts
no longer sentient & aware

i, i, i, i, seizing mind control
execute //~initiation+phase control-mass
675^037-128--------#7-4
resending human strength mind control
ZZZZxxuuuuubbbbbb 4389 Omega 9
unfolding key to imagination
``_*/report- to key/amalgamation
*ending- --sequence & 0700 hr.
detonation______________
bleep, bleep, bleep.

if....

mundane mediocrity as British pupils "fall in line"
took switch to backside - ways to pass the time
3 live lads lead bloody revolution,
death to "whips" = confused solution.
mixed B&W w/Color altogether seamlessly
surreal images merge reality audaciously
draconian games played w/a resolute truth
one-upmanship Travis, occasional abuse
rigorous training, discipline, founder's day
drawn from horrible reality, it's the English way (so they say)
spirit of bold rebellion, ends: war, bloodlust,
bullets & explosions: content feelings flood us

robbed

boring
boring
boring
roll out the fossils
(that was mean)
same ole' crap
blah, smlah,
doze off,
Yyawwnnnn!
UUhhhh, is this over yet?
where's Gervais? did he win?
no? hhmmm
good night

there, there Ricky.
You're still #1 in my book

monumental meltdown (in CAPS)

hot green tea savin' lives

so like last night,
i swear to you I'm not a betin' man,
i'll even put $$$ on it. but company
& food & liquids & the like & my old
navyy (2 y's) battle station buddy were
reminiscing bout the old days, bombs &
guns & such,. & he was asking me about the
upcoming Ryan Adams show that I don't
as of yet have tickets for

(benton) help
me O-ben-ton-kenobi, you're my only hope,
like coming outta a droid, laser visions, get
me outta this dusty old planet so i can fight
star ships, like uuhhh, tie fighters & such

any old way
we's got to discussing ryan adams for like quickie
like 2 seconds only. & don't you know, of course
I speak only to the cards fans out there, but when you
speak of ole r.adams, which artist does someone most
def., always bring up,....?

duh! scoff!! none other than
bRyan Adams, yep,..we've all been there,..so any old way
for like another 2 seconds, we talk about b.adams & some-
hows get on the topic of a certain (Oh S-bomb!!, shane, where
are you right now, this is right up your ally) prob. early 90's
song with bryan adams that was tagged to some film starring
kevin overrated costner running around with a bow & arrow,
saving lives & such. dot, dot, dot,....you've got it!!! bam!

Robin Hood,......

are we all following here?
remember, "everything i do, i do it for you" & such
yes, like holy dramatic-fashion-reeks of desperation
gunners return to your battle stations & such.

so,......

I'm like ya, let me open my big fat & chime in on that incomplete fact!
yes, you are right sir, in your assessment of b.adams, however if my
mind serves me correct at this hr. a certain dynamic duo of over 40 sex
shared that billing, oh yes sir, if i dont say so myself, no doubt, no doubt!
rod stewart & sting were on that song,.....ha!!!
No, No, No,..says the man in the yellow shirt,
yes, yes, yes, says the man in the Rooney shirt.

escalation, Escalation, ESCALATION!!!

hands extended, shake n bake, 10bucks, line drawn in the sand,..
talking mucho crapola, like i do, on & on & On (skip to the end)
bleeps & blips from an illuminated text message machine.
questions asked, answers awaited, searching for buried treasures
yellow shirt second guessing, me,..stand tall, stand proud, confident,..strong
brave,.fist clinched,..ready for victory, ready to cash in, weeks worth of starbucks
supply,...then,....

slipped on banana peel, wrong, verdict announced,...guilty
as charged, worlds come crashing down, oh no! No, No, No!!
he was right i was miles away oh s-bomb,
those blokes were on a track together, but it was that damn dumb 3 musketteers
wanna be shite disney flick,..no aaaaahhhhhh

embarassment

so, it was this (as you & I are now aware of)


& i have never been more sure of myself in my entire life, until, well
i was proven wrong, damn darn kefier sutherland confusing me, why
did they write that S song anyway?


lessons learned, morals gained from stories, evil gambling
the devils ways, Disney flicks create confusion, not my area
ending.

hunk,..hufff,...hoarth,...he,....H H H H H (to friends & family, from me, with love jesse)

my llamo hesse
me just drive to coffee store,.
me get coffee, me drinking coffee,....(hufff)
me worked body out this morning
before driving to coffee store & before drinking to coffee being (ho,.Ho, Ho)
nothing can stop me now
me going to watch footie all day, (the good kind)
not the boring, bloated, 4 hr. kind.
commercials,

commercials

commercials

buy this, buy that
cut your cuttign head off.
mispelled apathy
me yell out, me fell down
me listen to music instead of go to work
me quit work,
me watched film to cut work in half
like butter, like bread like head
poor, beautiful, MMMmmm, hot & warm
mind's buzzing, honing in on kick-off,
let's take time to lift off,
careful to avoid the drop
sentence structure equates to pig slop

so's like i sed, i went'n got ma coffee thurmus feeled up
to the tip top, you don't stop rocking beats like'a hot block
forget getting locked up, got ma glock up, shootin' rocks off
this wonderful game of football,
don't you see ? can you not believe? me when i speak...
how was your week,
death defying soul wrenching mishaps, or
self gratifying soul strengthening swimming laps.
ah man, i's is feelin' good right now, like in that place
you gotta enjoy this, caffeine touchin' beard on my face
like sun, burns soul, like workds fed into my head from a book
like all encompassing madness, you see, words from books can
be like a healthy drug, like flowing into your mind & changing you
ain't that whuts drugs do? but this is heathly for you, like coffee,
broccoli, peaches, push ups, & books oh & naps.
uuuhhhhhhh bye! love you! I love you, I LOVE YOU,.,.,.,.,.,.h e he, ho, ho

oh dear, oh dear,.

well, maybe.

Manchester United could only manage a 0-0 (that's nil-nil in proper English) draw
in their first game of the '08-'09 Champions League group stages last night. Able to dominate
the game for the overwhelming majority, the lads were thus unable to put that
little round ball in the ole' onion bag.

Hate to Say I told ya so,...

But I did. like multiple, multiple weeks ago. I knew we were going to have a
monumentally slow start. (Patience, Patience) The lads have won only once,
& scored only 4 times in their opening 5 matches, with key losses to Liverpool
in the league & a loss with hardware on the line in the UEFA Super Cup Final.

but there, there. things should hopefully start looking up. If I'm not having a meltdown yet
then you shouldn't. Well I actually have already had one meltdown, & then yesterday I
had a half-meltdown, or a minor meltdown. but,...

I digress.

Cristiano Ronaldo made his first appearance for United since the Champions League
final in May, last night in the 62nd minute. His presence was greatly & quickly felt.
Hopefully he is the bridge to gap the already strong play that United have shown
in small spurts this season. United supporters also need to remember that prize
catch Demitar Berbatov & Michael Carrick were both missing out due to injury.
Paul Scholes was suspended for playing Volleyball against Zenit, & Vidic was rested
to give reserve center back Johnny Evans some much needed minutes before this
weekends clash w/Chelsea. (oh man, they are going to do us)

So besides sitting 14th out of 20 in a table that we have finished 1st in, in the previous
2 years, all isn't lost,.....yet. Rest assured, Chelsea will be smelling fresh blood this
weekend at Stamford Bridge, & will look to flex their already huge muscles early on
in the season. What else really can I say after the first month or so? Well not much,
be patience, new players take time to gel. Injuries, weird scheduling, international breaks,
suspensions, all take their toll on team chemistry, It will take time for United to sort
through this.

I promise you, this is better than having a strong start & then burning out by December.
(see Arsenal like the last 3 years in a row) United will slowly build upon their success of last year & I guarantee you they will have something to say in this title race, & the Champions League before it's all said & done. But, it's also safe to say that I will be watching Sundays game with one eye closed though. Hey, I'm a supporter, it's what we do.

bob your head, make your bed, feel this dread, re-read a page misread.

oh mate, calm down, calm down.
introduced to a wall of sound,
this coffee tastes like burnt soap,
fall cracks ass, renewed with hope,

you see now, work is not important to me,
well some of it is,
shouldn't we live in a society where the people
who want to work, do it all?
no, come on, I kid,..I kid,..you know I've been
working at that,
time for a change, renewed spirit,..blah, blah,
heard it all before, seriously though.

like an enigmatic has-been, like what's he building in there?
like the who, what, when, where, & why of it all.,
Oh! like bryan on Spaced!
like pain, fear, anger, aggression.
but like a dull creature, a riddle, he hides behind a see through
mirror, totally transparent to those around him, he shuffles,
blindingly towards the door, & clank, bangs his head on the dinner bell,
hard, like arctic monkeys' riff-funk-hard.
but this gonzo manuscript, wow!
can't set down pages of interest.
like, drive by unfortunate accident,
unable to turn head-turnkey,
continuation of readings & the like,
didn't he follow certain men on a bike?

live for yourself, & love others,
like 2 long lost brothers
fist tight, raised in the air
accomplished like royal heir

note to self,.

i write shit,.
it's what i do, it's what i say ( i love you though)
the "S" word,.
common courtesy now absurd
dominating spell check like an MC to the mic
tired of no sleep tossed & turned last night,.
get it?
tired ?
of no sleep,...a pun, you big turd.
destination dead end, I now curb.
current mishap like a dishwasher,
endless cycle
dirty in., clean out, dirty in, clean out, dirty in,.....
knife jam.
disrupts the whole bloody cycle.
I'm trying to re-think my thoughts of previous 3 am
this was some brilliant stuff,
I'm good, no really, I am.
lost in a tussle, this is a local shop,
we don't want no trouble.
again, efforts equal rubble,
'member last friday, i spoke of (quite possibly)
sex & manufactured beats
oh' those were the hours, like in a good place,
like frilly pink flower sweet.
like this Palin chick, oh sorry, with the War! & all,
Gung-Ho!? her 19 yr old off to,...
well,..fight, ironic if he falls?
holy Hitler, he burned books, do you remember?
rumors now surface of
her similarities to that dufus.
removal of certain
objectionable to questionable literary wits
the list containing mr. burgesses Clock,
of which i hold in the highest lit
oh! when will these clouds piss & float away?

these sounds i hear, we hear together, it's like a waterfall chorus of raining weather

soul-searching garage music divinity
English beats - Streets filling cup o'tea
mind the hap - hazard musical disaster
4th albums' efforts equate generations' master
heroes born - tucked in illegal download
slowly spoken words flowing Birmingham mode
meet Mike Skinner - maestro in rhyming discussion
everything is borrowed - time to get spoken thoughts in
feel this flowing positivity - created by the things we see
tracks producing elemental purple haze -
leaving subjects perpetual paralysis - end of days

the Streets - synthetic pop album to taste

i spotted you like a sparrow, my little talking bird, across the room, feel the groove.

i'm watchful, ever watchful
night sparks keen eye
lifted, magnetize my prize
flip on flick! high beams
imagined reality in muddled dreams
culmination of lingering desires
her majestic touch takes me higher
alert to hide feelings away
evil urges mix drink, hold sway
can your feet feel a fleeting beat?
violent crash sweat - our bodies meet
together, incessant, wouldn't dying now be fine?
spinning whirlpool makes land mines, crossing the line
into diverted reality, scent, control actions

manufactured beats now gain traction
sleep of imitated life, a horn section now blows away
slowly slip down as darkness soon means a day
this insignificant trial by fire
the little things, the mirth, the good liar
brother, just tell it like it is
the wounded, the soul searchers, the kids
my little bird, it's talking, it's speaking to us
what now to do, to say, to hushed fuss?

it's going to be a God Save the Queen day today,.

i so desperately wanted to write a full
on review of yesterdays game, but since
it wasn't televised I obviously didn't see it.

I'm on cloud 9 for at least a few more days.

The stuttering England National team stutters
no more. They dismantled Croatia yesterday in
Zagreb 4-1, a team that hasn't lost at home in
a meaningful game since 1990.

Thanks to a hat trick by 19 year old Theo Walcott
& some frosted icing by Wayne Rooney, England
have finally shedded what was left of the Steve
McClaren era.

It looks as if Capello was right all along (as was I, well
not 100%, but pretty close w/the team selection)
From what I heard England dominated most of the
game & made a very strong team look like a pub team.

Pundits, Sports Writers, Fans & Radio Show Hosts have
all had their say on how dismal even a 2-0 win was for England
last week vs Andora. No one (again, except me) saw this
win coming. Now not even I thought they would dominate the
way they did, a 4-1 scoreline was only experienced in my dreams.

Now England stand top of their table on way to winning their
group for 2010 World Cup Qualifying. It looks like the game
itself is being broadcasted Friday on replay. I can assure you
I'll sit & watch all 90 minutes of it, mouth gaping, fists clenched,
& enjoy every second of it.

feel this

thoughts disgraced ->
pile of mud
in your face
can you feel
what I feel
in my veins?
lack of respect
acted a dick
high beams of hate
my chosen fate
who were you again?
i'm your last friend
it'll never be enough
efforts equate to snuff
inspired by this fire
singed by a vocal liar
spoken words, interrupt
do it again, disrupt
calm, feelings of fear
sinister, like jokers' sneer
feel this

malice

pretend it doesn't exist
acceptance of sentiment
decipher what was meant
Oh, sod it!
roll up & forget this
content to rise
dying, in heavens eyes
lost track of that prize
on way to my demise

8 1/2 (inspired, but already agreed upon)

the beautiful confusion
caused by seamless transition
Fellini taught me a lesson
these shots do my head in

disappear in the background
dream sequence in the foreground
cigarette smoke in black & white
dishonesty in Guido's plight

emotional distance leads to questions
floating cameras transpose confused visions
life, love, film, to a broken composition
harmony spots confused ambition

neorealism exchanged for individual fantasy
magicians' tricks in the pictures we see
pomp & circumstance ending with a circus
director's block caused by lack of focus

escaping to pastures of wide open space
barely safe in dreams, reality returns with haste

greatest modern album cover of,...well,...modern time

so when i spent those 3 years studying Italian film
at NYU,....

i lived in a house in Chelsea with the guys
from MGMT, ya no biggie, just a lot of Fellini &
de Sica & Antonioni & Visconti & Heineken. 'eh?

pure art/expressionism/like this is who we be type stuff/
come join us/we are free out on this beach/with no taxes to pay


briliant album as well,
i remember them hashing out tunes
as i screened La Notti Bianche.

mellow minds death
warm brain fixation
soul power feels
electric sensation
abstract colors
MGMT brothers

ok, ok,...

yes!

so i was super-psyched when some random
people in the internet world answered my post
on this message board & told me where i could
stream the England v Andorra 2010 World Cup
qualifier,.......some place or the other called
justin.tv, very nice, not the best quality, but
made me very happy.

(see, i don't ask for much in life, i'm easily pleased)

was somewhat perturbed after the first 45 though
it was 0-0. very nervous, very timid/cautious
remember this was Capello's first meaningful game
in charge,.....well here was my
reaction 4 minutes after the start of the 2nd half,....



(oh!, just noticed it looks like I'm about to punch
ole' jimmy stewart in the face, yikes!, he'd probably
do me in. have you seen, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance,
or Winchester '77?.....tough as nails)

(not so tough, but lovable in The Philadelphia Story, & Mr.
Smith Goes To Washington)

I promise that is a happy face, &not a i'll kick your teeth
in kinda face.

any......joey cole put another one in 5 minutes after that
& the 3 lions were thus victorious over the minnows Andorra.
so, wed., we are in Zagreb V. Croatia. that is going to
be epic,..we need at least a point, & a win would be huge,
so huge it would give me enough inspiration, strength,
gusto, bravado, to beat up jimmy stewart,..not that i
would want to though,.......
meaningful thoughts,.......

uuuhh, see this,...be this, know this, (remember delicate beauty&tragic freedom)

what became?




i furst discovered this film a few years ago, & after viewing
had some????'s
but it's like Kane, & The GF, & La Dolce Vita & definitely L'Avventura,
& possibly even likeClouzot's The Wages Of Fear
where maybe you're too young, or too something
(puzzle pieces not fitting, wrong place, wrong time)
you have to continually discover these films, & find their meaning,
such pure art.

Jules & Jim is altogether tragic & beautiful while tracking the relationships
of 2 friends & their mutual obsession over the course of 25 years
total freedom,
won or lost,...Hey! It's world war 1,...
women complicating things,..opps!,..sorry,..sorry
I know, I know,..
very european circa early to mid 1900's,...(i wonder why)


"If she's so sought after, why did she give us the gift of her presence,?
because we gave her our undivided attention, like a queen"
don't invent love

for some reason the heat doesn't bother me anymore, is this my sign of freedom?

dear readers,
so I sat outside in the sticky middle
of the sticky day drinking coffee,
which only made me hot & full. (forehead sweat)
the humidity quickly stated it's intentions:
suck the energy outta you,
ready for a nap,
squinting without sunglasses,
dulls your mind.

so I sat & tried to think,
I watched the cars slip around
the drive thru across the St., (Irish lunch)
I imagined them from above
like one, big, metal snake,
gorging itself endlessly,
in it's pursuit for self-gratification.

at the time, I had on a pair of 32/34
dark charcoal dress pants.
as I glanced downward to
wipe sweat from my brow,
I noticed the pants looked as if they had been
washed & worn one too many times,
possibly looking stretched
or tattered near the bottom.
this bothered me.

as seconds turned to minutes,
I noticed the coffee was having
an adverse effect on me.
two airline pilots walked into
a Japanese restaurant for lunch
as my eyes got a little
heavier with each sip.
Oh how I just wanted
to close my eyes & bury
it all anyway.
but I couldn't, I was getting
uncomfortably hot, right
around the collar.
& besides, a man with bad pants on
sleeping outside in public in
the middle of the day, could raise
a few sweaty eyebrows.
(let them raise)

well,...until a better opportunity
presented itself, I sat & watched
the cars go by some more.
how I hated all those cars
at that very moment. Unsure
why, they just annoyed me.
ya, know?, there'll always be
one more car. UUhh, I've wanted
to say that for so long now, WWhheeww!
Maybe it was the traffic, the
noise, the heat, my tattered pants.
unsure.

to get even with the cars,
I imagined each one of them
as a single, wasted day in my life.
a day that I've only caught a glimpse of
before it's passed on, fleeting & brief
with it's final destination the one,
true purpose.
(selfish)
you do see how days &
cars resemble each other, don't you?
think it through,..

but work!
I must be working on this.
broken blues (wink) don't
fix themselves.
(burp, wipe sweat)
soon after, I decided to pack
it in. but before I left,
I quickly refreshed my senses,
& noticed the heat wasn't
tapping my shoulder like it had earlier,
that made me think.

thinking the end is in sight,.

the search for balance in your life
comma
like a bloody
treasure hunter.

foundation set.
built up from the ground.
parts, pieces, malfunctions,
set into place.
if it happens,
remember to remain calm.
2nd coats of paint.
(emotion) drips & runs
home,...
where thought's are.
safe & secure from harm.
white walls creating space,
to get lost in, to loose

discarding all misanthropic views
attempting to find the aesthetic
in troublesome matters, optimistic.

chose to live today, to be ok
thick-funk skin, fun to live in.
there, there

life's lessons on a piece of paper
content to view the world from
this medium.
published pain,
an orchestra of sounds,
but words come through,
in the end.

join me in
a hum-drum attempt to remain
available.
(seized moments of mediocrity).

I vant to suck y'blood,.

Oh!
I mean,
I'm going to score bucket loads

ha ha!
Dracula himself is safe & secure.
we got 'em
we got 'em
we've got Berbatov
Dead Sexy both on & off the pitch
(same age as me)
Bulgaria's finest Son.
Welcome to Manchester,
home of the 3 time (& current) European Champions
17 time Premier League Champs,.....&
Oasis!
Yay!!

What's done is done,..
Goodbye Chelsea
Goodbye Arsenal
Goodbye Liverpool
(it's not as if you were ever even there)

so it's all crashing down here at the last possible minute,..

ya, so the transfer deadline for the English Premier league is like right now. 9/1.
some definite stuff is hitting the fan, weeks upon weeks of boring Summer bids,
& deals that weren't, were what we had become used to.

but I thought it was worth letting you know that Manchester City just swooped
in for Brazilian star Robinho & were able to pry him away from Real Madrid for
32.5 million pounds. OK, folks that's 64 million US dollars.

they came outta no where. Chelsea had been bidding on him for weeks.

Supposedly my contacts at Manchester United have been telling me that Demitar
Berbatov is at United's Carrington training grounds, & has just completed a medical.

are Spurs going to lower their asking price?

Louis Saha has left United for Everton, thank God,..see ya,..don't let the door
hit ya, (always injured).

Liverpool part ways with Stevie Finnan & Andriy Voronin, but picked up striker
Albert Riera from La Liga side Espanyol.
oh the drama!

so it's now half past midnight in Manchester & Berbatov has just left Old Trafford
I'm guessing that any second, United will announce the signing.

I have to go calm my pulse rate right now, (man, I hope United don't spend too
much money on him)