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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Monday, February 3, 2014 || 12:05 AM
So yesterday was Superbowl Sunday. The biggest day in sports or whatever. There was really nothing super about it. The game sucked. The commercials sucked. It was ass, you guys. If you watched it, you know what I'm talking about. It sucked so bad, I won't even waste my time (or yours) pretending that there was anything interesting enough to write about. But I will say this: the fact that Eli Manning has two rings and Peyton only has one makes a lot more sense to me now. I'd explain myself further but I'm so looking forward to the Giants hate that will surely drift my way. Still...AFC champ is better than nothing.Here's what I will write about though...Twitter. Well, social media in general but especially Twitter. You guys know I love Twitter. It's where things like this happen: 
"Google's homepage tomorrow..."
However, it really irks my nerves that Twitter can't ever let women be great. Slut-shaming and name-calling aside, it's annoying that a woman can't watch sports without the "y'all pretending to like sports" douchebag in their mentions. I happen to be a woman who enjoys sports. Basketball and football for the most part. I tried getting into baseball but it bored me to tears. I don't pretend to know everything about basketball and football, but those are the sports I like to watch because when I was growing up, those are the sports my dad would watch. He would sit in his chair with a cold beverage and every once in a while, I'd watch with him. Didn't know what was going on, didn't care much either, but I'd still ask questions just because. And you wanna know something crazy? If you ask enough questions, you eventually retain some knowledge of the subject. As I got older, I'd watch with my brothers and listen to their commentary. I'd play video games with them, NBA live, Madden, and the like. The men in my life are the reason I know anything about sports, the reason I like the teams that I do. Between them and Google, I'd say I have a pretty good grasp of what goes on in a football and basketball game. Like I said, I don't pretend to know everything but I know enough to enjoy them. I'm not ashamed to ask a question when I don't understand something. I'm not that guy. So the fact that I can't watch a game without some fucktard commenting about how I should stop pretending I know what's going on and get back in the kitchen is really fucking annoying. If you are one such asshole, in the words of Kid Fury, I want you to sit on a dick and twirl, twirl, twirl, you chauvinistic pig.
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