[For Blair & Serena]
Mar. 30th, 2009 05:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewordofwebI'm still reeling at the fact that somehow, some way, I've been convinced to give field hockey a go. Not only does my masculinity smart slightly, but the fact that a young girl has me wrapped around her finger does, too. "Prinzessin," I drone as I lean heavily on the stick and glance Blair's way, begging with my eyes.
"Honestly, don't you need some kind of sideline support instead of a player?" I beg. "I'm very good at watching. I can even demean the other players for you loudly. I've been getting lessons in how to be a complete jackass and they shouldn't go to waste."
Because field hockey...of all things. I'm never going to live it down. If nothing else, I'm going to give Skinny Sisk a damn aneurysm from laughing too much.
"Honestly, don't you need some kind of sideline support instead of a player?" I beg. "I'm very good at watching. I can even demean the other players for you loudly. I've been getting lessons in how to be a complete jackass and they shouldn't go to waste."
Because field hockey...of all things. I'm never going to live it down. If nothing else, I'm going to give Skinny Sisk a damn aneurysm from laughing too much.
