Jeff the god of Biscuits

some inspiration

2008-05-06T23:33:58Z

Some inspiration for our boys (and us)! Doesn't that look right

took me ages...

Writer's Block: ROFL

2007-11-13T23:43:49Z

What comedian makes you pee your pants laughing?

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Eddie Izzard!

Tass Mich

2007-10-08T00:56:01Z

I present to myself Touch me auf Deutsch!

Wo gehe ich, wenn ich dort gehe
Nicht mehr Erinnerung noch mehr
Nur Männer auf entfernten Schiffe
Die Frauen mit ihnen, schwimmen mit ihnen, zu Ufer

Wo gehe ich, wenn ich dort gehe
Nicht mehr Flüstern noch mehr
Nur Hymnen darauf deinen Lippen
Eine mystische Klugheit, steigen mit ihnen, zu Ufer

Tass mich, erst mag das
Und das, o ja, jetzt ist das Himmel
Jetzt mag ich das
Gott, ist das sehr nett
Erst hinunter, legt wo die Feigen

Wo gehe ich, wenn ich dort gehe
Nicht mehr Schatten noch mehr
Nur Männer mit goldenen Finnen
Der Rhythmus in ihnen, rocken mit ihnen, zu Ufer

Wo gehe ich, wenn ich dort gehe
Nicht mehr beweinend noch mehr
Nur in und aus deinen Lippen
Die brechende Wünsche, auswaschen mit ihnen, zu Ufer

Tass mich, alle ruhig
Erzähl mich, bitte, alle ist vergeben
Konsumier meiner Wein
Konsumier meine Meinung
Ich werde wie dich erzählen, seufzt wie der Wind

Tass mich, versuch einzig es
Jetzt, dort, ist das es, Gott, ist das Himmel
Ich werde deines Licht lieben
Ich werde dich recht lieben
Wir werden drunten wandern, weint wo die Sünden

Tass mich, erst mag das
Erst hinunter, legt wo die Sünden

Lieb mich, erst für ein bisschen
Wir werden drunten wandern, seufzt wo die Winde

Wo seufzt die Winde
Wo seufzt die Winde

prinzrobokop11 @ 2007-07-20T05:22:00

2007-07-20T09:23:23Z

I got a blogspot for my stories:

http://trytowritenowbitch.blogspot.com/

prinzrobokop11 @ 2007-03-08T21:24:00

2007-03-09T02:27:36Z

Well I have a nice new icon ^_^

SAT preps (as well as the SAT itself) suck! I am taking it on my birthday and

I hate Chem

Life is as we know it

Fic

2007-02-27T00:47:10Z

Title : The Real Reason I Transfered to Bayern Munich
Pairing : Lukas Podolski/ Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating : PG-15 there are a few curses
Disclaimer : I don't know them/own them/ have any claims to their names!
Summary: title self explanitory
Author Note: this is what happens when you enjoy your social studies class a little too much. It's not beta'ed so sorry for any errors!

Don't get me wrong I love my old club, 1. FC Köln, but I love something more. I didn't transfer to Bayern for more money, money wasn't even a question. I didn't transfer to Bayern because it simply is a better club. I have an extreme loyalty to Köln and would someday like to go back. To me it's like extreme nationalism, where every club is it's own country. Each club has it's rivals, each has it's followers. Every time two clubs meet on the pitch, it is like a battle is taking place and the cup they are fighting for is the war. My country ended up like Poland in World War II, another follower of the greater nations. I was content at Köln even though we were (and they still are) fighting for democracy in Vietnam.

I was the Fuhrer at Köln, there I was amongst my friends, my allies. I joined the Bayern army for one thing only, a fellow soldier. This soldier, though young, was already successful for his country. He won many medals in the first troop. I've heard from the higher-ups that my soldier boy is much happier and performing better with me here. His aim is on target, his stamina is stronger, and he works harder. Bastian Schweinsteiger has a reason to fight; me, I don't care what or why or for whom I am fighting for as long as I am with him. I long to fight in front of him, make his awards mine. I will do anything for Schweini even if I am considered Benedict Arnold to my old club.

One day we were on the front. The rest of the squad had left for the day and only Schweini and I were there. We sat on the grass and idly passed the ball between us.

“I'm happy you came here Poldi,” Bastian sighed,

“You doubted this would happen?” I asked.

He chuckled because he knew the answer, he won the war.

Title : Comfort
Fandom : Footballslash
Pairing : Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard
Rating : PG-15 there are a few curses
Disclaimer : I don't know them/own them/ have any claims to their names!
Summary: Xabi is sick and tired of it
Author Note: inspired after one of the Arsenal games. Un-Beta'd

Sometimes it's a burden to Xabi. At times Xabi hates it. He hates the knowledge and the power. He hates being strong and nice. He hates being Xabi Alonso. But he hates Steven Gerrard even more. Xabi is suppose to, no, expected to know what to do. He is expected to like everyone and be the emotional anchor after a bad game. He expects himself to be all of these things but he is suppose to be the one receiving it. He hates Steven Gerrard because he is suppose to do what Xabi does but instead is the one who abuses Xabi the most. The worst of it is that Steven doesn't know how much Xabi needs him to be a captain. Not to say that Steven Gerrard is a bad captain, he actually is the best captain Xabi could ask for. Stevie raises the moral, raises the fans enthusiasm and gives great advice. Steven is just crummy at losing. The thing he loves most about Stevie is that right after he scores, he doesn't congratulate himself but he riles up the fans, it's what makes them love him, it's what makes him an excellent captain.

Most of the time Xabi has no clue how he comes up with some of this crap, it comes out of nowhere, most of the time it's unintelligible but ends up brilliant and at the end of the day it all helps to further his responsibilities. His comfort is like a golden apple. When Peter is off target, Xabi is there. When Luis can't perfect his crosses, Xabi is there. When the whole of the back defense lets an opposing player through to score, Xabi is there. And when Pepe lets that ball slip right past his fingers, Xabi is there. When Steven Gerrard is in the locker room, sitting there, looking listless, Xabi is always fucking there. It's routine. The team returns to the locker room, Xabi goes around hugging or patting people on the back. Stevie would sit on the bench in front of his locker, while the others stumble into the showers. Xabi would stay behind and sit next to him for hours. After one particularly bad loss to Chelsea they sat on that damned bench the whole day until Stevie silently cried (Stevie doesn't know Xabi realized) himself to sleep. Xabi frowned and carried Stevie to his car and brought him to Xabi's apartment. That night Stevie had horrible nightmares. Xabi watched as his captain thrashed about, screamed, and wimpered during the night. The next morning Stevie still wasn't back to normal. He stared off into space as Xabi held him.

Barely audible Stevie whispered, “ Y'know it wasn't so bad losing to them before. Before the World Cup, I mean. Before then they weren't my teammates or my friends,” he continued after a minute, “before all I saw was blue but now JT, Lamps, Joe, Ashley, they're all amongst the sea of blue and now I see all the great faces of today's football,”

Xabi smiled sadly, “It's sad really, blue, depressing almost.”

Steven turned to face Xabi, “You know Frank is a bad substitute for you,”

“Why because he won't hug you or kiss you and put up with your constant moaning?”

“We were the dream pair, the ones to take England to victory, the ones to lift the cup.”

Xabi kissed him and Stevie, having gotten everything off of his chest, returned to normal.

~~~~

Xabi walked into the locker rooms after the match. Xabi couldn't smile, he couldn't support the team today. They had played poorly and it showed. They had lost three nil to Arsenal, of all teams. As he entered no one looked up as they usually did, no one spoke, no one comforted each other, and no one expected anything from Xabi. Despite his disappointment he felt unneeded and he hated it. Stevie as usual sat on the bench. He hadn't bothered to shower or change or even take his cleats off. His captain band laid in the corner where he obviously threw it. Xabi cringed, he had no will power to sit there and take Steven's grief. Xabi was released from his duties but not from their pain. He felt all of them. Mark was angry and cursing. Luis couldn't understand. Pepe was replaying the whole game in his head and changing the situations to see where they went wrong. But Stevie was understanding. He wasn't angry or doubtful or astonished, he knew. Xabi was standing in the middle of the room and he didn't know where to go or what to do. He looked over to Steven to see if he should should sit next to him. Stevie, sensing someone was looking at him, looked up and caught Xabi staring at him. He smiled and threw a towel at Xabi.

“You're stinking up the place,” Steven half yelled across the room. Everyone looked up and smiled. We're finally getting a competent skipper, somebody said (probably Jamie). They laughed and continued what they were doing in a comfortable silence.

Xabi hates the responsibility but Xabi needs it. Xabi loves the comfort. He smiles at Stevie. He doesn't hate Steven Gerrard. He doesn't hate being Xabi Alonso only because he doesn't hate Stevie. And the burden, at times, can be shared.

Poor Crouch

2007-02-25T00:19:18Z

Rafael Benitez has revealed that Peter Crouch was forced to leave the field against Sheffield United because the striker had broken his nose.
Crouch sustained the injury when he jumped for a ball from the corner and was caught by a high boot and had to be replaced by Dirk Kuyt.

"Crouch has a broken nose and needed stitches but it's not serious," said Benitez.

"He is okay and I was talking to him after the game."

oh poor Peter! Thankfully it doesn't sound too bad! Lets hope he's back soon!

and here are some nice yet gruesome pictures under cut definatley not for the faint hearted!

looks pretty!

Well heres to a speedy recovery

Vid

2007-02-20T21:50:38Z

So I made this video because I was inspired by the song, Any Other World by Mika. It's about german football slash with Schweinsteiger/Podolski, Ballack/Frings, Hildebrand/Lahm, Klinsmann/Loew, and then there are random players because I didn't have a lot of footage to work on. I would love comments because this is my first video.

I would like to thank

draconsis for uploading the ZDF stuff that I made most of this fanvid out of!
**I would also like to add a thanks to tweedie, I had forgotten to thank Tweedie in which I also took footage from. I seriously forgot so I am sorry for not thanking you sooner, it was only until you left that nice little manglomp that I did remember. (and even then I didn't really remember but that's a long story in which much confusion took place).

Oh and the volume is a little bad sorry about that my friend doesn't have this song on her computer so I had to record it ^_^

prinzrobokop11 @ 2007-02-10T17:26:00

2007-02-10T22:25:09Z

Congrats Boys for an awesome win! (we should've been fencing too)

Anywho I had to wake up at like 6:30 to set up and we weren't even fencing. Yeah well that's all I have to say.

prinzrobokop11 @ 2007-02-07T23:01:00

2007-02-08T04:00:22Z

Sorry Phil I was fucking robbed!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-12-25T12:27:00

2006-12-25T17:37:05Z

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

so much has happened...hmm where to start. I guess it is appropriate to start off on Thursday because that was MY start to the holiday vacation! We had a fencing meet that was wonderfully set back an hour for some reason (I was totally freaking out because I had done a million things that week and was totally exhausted!) anywho I got sick and couldn't fence which meant my friend had to and she never has fenced varsity before.

Anyway I didn't go to school on Friday and sadly I missed Flemming Jeopardy.

Friday I met these didn't relatives whom had come over from Sweden for the holidays. They had two sons one 19 the other 22... they were REALLY tall. I think they are like third cousins or something and sadly they were hot...

Saturday we drove to Virginia to visit my cousin and spend Christmas there. Sunday I went shopping to buy my friend a present. We went to go see the good shepard. It was a bit confussing but very good.

went to midnight mass two hours couldn't breath but at least it was in latin so I couldnt understand it

MONDAY or today or Cristmas! I got a ZUNE!! ITS SO COOL! I am going to put oodles of pics of teh mannschaft on it. It has a radio! it is SOOO cool! I got a bayern jersey! no name but whatever I will get a name on it for my birthday. I got a lot of german like books. And much more which sadly I cant remember! Oh 200 smackers!

anyway Merry Christmas!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-12-18T21:55:00

2006-12-19T03:00:09Z

ahh I havent updated nor do I have the time now!! I had fencing then a chorus rehersal! Tomarrow I have a day off to do all of my hw. Wensday I have fencing than chorus concert and thursday I have a meet (where I will not get home until LATE) and best of I I havent gone xmas shopping and friday I cant go b/c I am meeting family in the city!! and I cant saturday because I am going to Virginia!! Meets have started I won 3 against someplace, then won 1, then lost all 3. Saturday I went to Brentwood for a tourtament!!! Got to the first rounds of direct elimination! Sunday I was Harrased my policemen about my sister's bag, whom I didnot know where she was!! I was all pissy the rest of the day!! I am so behind on my readin(and writing) on all the ff's b/c of brentwood... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-12-01T23:29:00

2006-12-02T03:29:03Z

Title: Even though Michael Ballack is a Manly Man (part 2 of 3?)

Author: PrinzRoboKop11
Pairing: Michael Ballack/Torsten Frings
Rating: PG-PG13
Language: English
Warning: No real warnings just a bit on the sad side
Disclaimer: never happened, I don't know these people(poor me) and I made this up!
Summary: Michael Ballack is having troubles with being a manly man (Part 1 here)

Even though Michael Ballack is a Manly Man

Even though Michael Ballack is a manly man he doesn't know what to do. Manly men are suppose to know what to do in every given situation. Manly men are suppose to be brave, suppose to be wise. Is he a manly man? Today was the day. The day Michael was going to end his everything with Torsten Frings. Before this day, before the inevitable confrontation, Michael cut his growing hair and started dressing the way he use to. He also reestablished his role as his wife's manly man, he paid attention to her and took her on fancy dates and spoiled her rotten.

Michael had to go back to Germany to meet up with the Mannschaft. He always found Mannschaft to be manlier word than team, however he does like English, he finds it to be a very interesting masculine language. Michael and Torsten planned to meet each other at the hotel in Berlin and stay in their hotel room instead of bar hopping like the rest of the Mannschaft. He arrived at the hotel tired from all of the traveling. Torsten was waiting for him in the lobby, a smile crept on his face at the site of Michael walking through the doors.

“Good day Mr. Ballack,” Torsten said in English laced with a heavy German accent.

They took the elevator up to their room in an unusual silence. Torsten immediately knew something was wrong. His captain always had something to say whether it was was about his boys, life in England, his teammates, the national squad, or something a little suggestive but more obscene. When they got to the room Michael observed that Torsten had taken the bed closest to the window, which was typical of him since he loved to look out the window before drifting off to sleep. Michael dropped his bag at the foot of the remaining bed and sat down on the bed.

Torsten chuckled softly, “You think that we would get suits since we're apparently such big football stars!”

Michael smiled politely at his comment and stared at his bag. Nudging him over Torsten sat down next to the captain. He put his hand on Michael's knee and soothingly caressed it, “What's up?”

It was dark, there was only a small desk lamp and the bathroom light to illuminate the hotel room. The glow from the light danced on Torsten making him look majestic and manly at the same time. His features were sharpened by the light but his skin glowed from it. To Michael, he looked beautiful.

“You,” Michael whispered,

Torsten took his hand off of Michael's knee. They sat in silence for a while.

“Look Michael,” Torsten said quietly, “You're a legend in German football, every young football player wants to be just like you, look at Lukas. He admires you.” Michael smiled and was about to interrupt when Torsten continued, “You think that you and I being together is going to change that? Michael, being in love doesn't mean you're not a man, what's a man without love?”

“I love my wife,” Michael said turning his head towards his fellow midfielder.

“Micha, manly men don't lie,” Torsten said solemnly,

“How can you say that? We lie everyday! We lie to our wifes, to our teammates, to the press, to the world, and to our children! We” Michale pointed to Torsten then to himself, “aren't men at all.”

“If we end this that's just one more person we are lying to, no matter what Micha nothing is going to change us,” he continued a few seconds later, “You know that I want to be with you, hand-in-hand, prancing around like a twink, to be able to tell the world how much I love you. You also know that if we do that it means the end of our football career. So don't question us, question the morals of of the public.”

Michale chuckled, “But that's not what I want! I want to be a man, a normal man who loves his wife and his kids and plays cards and spits! I want to be a manly man, a buff role model!”

“What's stopping you Ballack? I've never stopped you from doing any of that. I didn't change you, you've done it yourself, if your not a manly man now, than you never were,” Torsten spat venomously obviously frustrated at his teammate.

Michael stood up, “That's why I have to try,”

Torsten nodded his head as Michael Ballack, the legend, the captain, his lover picked up his bag and walked out of the room. Torsten took a glass off the night table and chucked it across the room. It shattered as did Torsten.

a/n: I just HAD to put in the part about Mannschaft. It's kind of a joke in german class... can you guess the innuendo in that one? Ok so here's were I need your opinion! Should I write a third chapter, it wouldn't be long. It would be Michael's thoughts as he leaves Torsten. You if you think I should write it say so.

AIDS

2006-12-01T23:54:07Z

So todays World AIDS day and we watched a movie about it in health, we got little ribbon stickers (in which I am still wearing today), and we had an assembly with guest speakers. One of them lost 3 of her best friends to AIDS, 3!! Man the '70s screwed people over. The other speaker was a gay guy who had AIDS who lost his partner earlier this year. When he found out he had AIDS he became a druggy and one day he almost oded and when he woke up all he had left was his underwear (he passed out at some druggy place) and there was a guy sleeping in the corner so he went over to him and started shaking him, demanding him to tell him were his stuff was but the guy was dead. He had oded and died and he was only 19, so after that the dude became sober. But the real reson I am writing all of this is that his partner was Chad Smith's brother from the Red Hot Chili Peppers!!!!! I got so excited!

So anyway practice safe sex and dont drink random peoples breast milk or semen and don't do drugs!!

and hopefully I will post the second part of MBIAMM this weekend along with other stories I have been working on

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-11-14T21:19:00

2006-11-15T01:19:34Z

Yet again I cannot watch another Germany game due to the unfortunate circumstances I live in... America. Instead Pay Per View with all it's fancy schmosh wants me to pay something like $24 to see the England vs. Netherlands game which I cant watch anyway because of the unfortunate circumstances called practice with lovingly starts tomarrow. and Im still pissed at the Liverpool vs Arsenal game and Im pissed at the networks that keep on replaying the Liverpool vs Arsenal game.

C'mon Carra, Sami, and other people I cant name right now STOP SUCKING CAUSE I KNOW YOU DON"T and for Crouch and Gonzalez STOP BEING OFF SIDES!!!!!!!!!

Im off to read a fic somewhere

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-11-08T21:27:00

2006-11-09T01:27:36Z

teh story

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-11-08T21:26:00

2006-11-09T01:26:06Z

Presenting my new fic yay!

Title : Michael Ballack is a Manly Man (part 1 of 2 or 3)
Pairing : Grand OTP
Rating : PG-13 for a few curses
Warning : self doubt, kind of sad
Summary : Michael Ballack wonders why he isn't such a manly man
Disclaimer : Sadly this never happened I do not know the characters in this fic which is also very sad...

and for further reference a twink in lamest terms is the bottom, he's easy and very flamboyant.

Michael Ballack is a Manly Man

              Michael Ballack is a manly man. He likes the manly sport of football and to barbecue and to play cards with his friends. Michael dresses manly and has a pretty wife and three manly boys. But now Michael isn't so sure he is all that manly. Do manly men kiss other men? He really didn't know anymore. Michael was sure of his manliness until the day he met Torsten Frings. At the time Torsten was a manly man too. He also has a pretty wife and now two daughters. He even dressed manlier than Michael and his hair was a manly kind of short. For a few years Michael struggled with forbidden unmanly thoughts of Torsten under him. Michael Ballack tried many things to get Torsten out of his head, this is how he ended up with three boys.

               It took until his year at Bayern when Torsten transferred there. During the first practice Michael and Torsten were manly fooling around- beating each other up, making fun of each other, making fun of the rest of the team. At the end of practice the coach let them have a free skirmish, Michael and Torsten were split up. The team decided to change up the positions, Michael became a forward and Torsten a defender. Micha had received the ball from a long cross and was on a break away with only Torsten to beat. At the last second Michael tripped and fell onto Torsten bringing them both to the ground. Michael didn't dare move, under him was a hot, sweaty, panting Torsten. He groaned when Torsten shifted a little. By now the coach and a few of the players had reached them to see if they were okay. Their response was a simultaneous groan.
“Ok boys shake it off! Go to the lockers your done for the day.” the coach said patting Michael on the back.

                Michael moved into a kneeling position and gave Torsten a hand. Their eyes met for a brief second and all Michael could see was lust. That day was the first day Michael challenged his manliness. It relieved him that it was hot and urgent and more like manly sex than love making, at least he wasn't turning into a girl.

                 But something happened that day that changed Michael and Torsten forever. Besides the fact that every spare minute was used to steal a kiss or spend time together, their attitudes and personality started to visibly change. They both had become protective of one another, on and off the pitch. They both assumed the roles as the “parents” on the national squad. They were both becoming less manly. That was what scared Michael the most, it made him want to end everything with Torsten but he found that when he had just the right amount of courage, he couldn't do it. His taste in clothing started to change, he went from plain t-shirt and shorts to Technicolor, patterned, sparkly shit that shouldn't be worn even by the draggiest drag queen.

                  He noticed a change in Torsten as well- when did he start growing his hair long? Although he can't say he doesn't like it, he does. It helps him cope with sleeping with another man. They're just lucky the relationship hasn't changed their performance on the field, even if they did received a few extra yellow cards on each others behalf. They became secretive and nervous, constantly watching their backs, making sure the media didn't catch them in their unmanly act. Michael Ballack almost couldn't stand it. He became moody and sad every time he was away from Torsten. At first it was just raw, manly sex but now he wanted to sit and talk with Torsten, maybe in front of a fire-naked. Thoughts like these passed through Michael's mind, not the sex but the intimacy. He hated it. He was feeling, when he shouldn't be. He caught himself looking at other guys and couldn't even remember the last time he checked out a woman, including his wife. And through all of this he had to feel sorry for the girl, even though truthfully her feelings don't matter to him. He knows she has seen the changes since she offers to go clothes shopping with him.

                   He doesn't want her to know, he doesn't want her to know why he lingers in the locker room or how practice really ends at two pm and not four. Most of all he still wants to be considered a manly man to his wife, to his sons, and most of all to Torsten. But what he really wants is just Torsten. It may seem like he has Torsten, he can kiss him, he can hug him, hell he can fuck him but if he truly had Torsten he would be prancing around hand in hand like a twink. He might even be wearing make-up or paint his nails. His might have been a girl. Suddenly a life with Torsten and only Torsten disgusted him. How can one become so unmanly? How could he have let this happen?

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-11-02T16:53:00

2006-11-02T20:53:43Z

Im having difficulties finishing my third fic even tho I havent got the second up and running. Im not sure how to end it Y_Y
Im happy Liverpool is back and running!
school sucks

I want to see the foul against John Arne Riise, I want to see how he got that nasty gash on his head!

anyway later

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-29T00:36:00

2006-10-29T04:37:15Z

LIVERPOOL WON 3-1 CROUCHY SCORED!!!!!!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-24T21:13:00

2006-10-25T01:14:31Z

Its a bad week in sports for me...Red Bulls, Mets, Bayern Munich, & Liverpool lost!!! WTF!
anywho I also have recently been bombared with shit loads of hw so i probs wont be posting... but ill still be reading

that reminds me I have to post my other fic!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-21T18:29:00

2006-10-21T22:35:37Z

Y_Y Reb Bulls lost.... however Dunivant kicked some major ass today! Im gunna go cry now... (Troy Perkins for MLS team winner!)

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-19T19:36:00

2006-10-19T23:42:35Z

GO JEFFREY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!

Im in a dilemma!!! I need a fourth person to go see the red bulls vs. dc united!!!! NO ONE CAN GO AHHHHHHHHHH!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-17T20:24:00

2006-10-18T00:34:35Z

Lol in german class we were reading about this guy names Troski or something and th guy behind me goes Luka Podolski! then he said it a few more times... but right after word he goes Bastian Schweinsteiger! all in a funny fake german accent... I just loved it because immediatly after saying Lukas he says Bastian. EVEN HE SLASHES THEM!

anyway here are some photos of the Red Bulls vs. Wizards (oh and I am going to the RB vs DC U)

Dunivant is god
PENALTY KICK

Guevara's second goal! OPA!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-15T01:53:00

2006-10-15T05:55:36Z

GO NEW YORK RED BULLS! 3-1 GUEVARA'S HAT TRICK KICKS BUTT!
Next DC United!! GO GET EM!

prinzrobokop11 @ 2006-10-12T21:29:00

2006-10-13T01:35:29Z

Im starting anew fic even tho I still have to put up my second one about Lukas transfering but my new story is about Michael comming to terms with being gay with Torsten and whatnot

maybe i should write like a crack fic with orgies galore or sumtin

I saw the Project runway episode OMG Jeffrey better not be booted cause I love him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh the drama

tomarrow I get to go to my friends birthday party yay! Im soooo excited cause I get to wear my new dress! its green

on saturday Im going to see the NY Red Bulls face it off with the Kansas City Wizards! I get to wear my new NY Red Bulls Scarf YAY!!!!

The MLS sucks but thats the best I can do in the States Y_Y I cant wait till Euro 2008 cause Im going to the matches 4 germany and england YAY more