i feel like it's been a very long time since i've written something thoughtful. i suppose most of what i yammer on about is relatively "thoughtful", but not "thoughtful" in the most literal, dictionary-esque version. more like brain diarrhea that is slightly eloquent.so i watched the olympics for the first time tonight. sochi? it sounds like it should be in asia.
i know it hasn't been a long time since the olympics have officially started, but i've also apparently missed a couple of medals. i've more or less boycotted (in my own living room) watching the olympics because:
a) i don't really understand why on earth anyone would want to host the olympics in a post-soviet, you-need-a-visa-to-enter country. the thought of entering that country gives me shudders, and
b) it's 2014, russia. i'm not trying to be an asshole, but i'm gonna be an asshole. homosexuality should no longer be a taboo because we are an advanced civilization, and if this is something that you struggle with, then fuck, you should probably just fly your terrifying propeller plans over to north korea and start a band.
but i'm really here to chat about the most hilarious thing the olympics has offered me thus far: women's freestyle skiing.
it's essentially border cross for skiers. sounds weird.
so i had a couple of drinks with my bestie sarah at the next act and then decided to visit the neighbours and watch some olympics.
we were stuck with women's freestyle skiing. and i'm not sure if it's cos i smoked a little "wacky tobaccy" or if i have a really dirty mind, or if the the commentator was just a total creep, but every comment that came out of this guy's mouth was pure GOLD.
if you need an idea of what i'm talking about, just do the 'ole #filthlympics on facebook and you'll have a few laughs courtesy of the commentator for the slovakian chick, and us rewinding the run so we could quote him verbatim.
ooooh, olympics. 2014 in sochi seems so ironic to me.
