I Have To Talk About This

First off: I finished my taxes and my FAFSA in one week.  Well, my taxes actually took me longer than a week, but I finished them this week and finished my FAFSA this week.

I almost forgot what FAFSA was.  I am on top of my game, people, a gosh dang!
I'm bound to screw up sooner than later.

Wait - I did when I accidentally sent an email about my landlord to my landlord.  *explicit*

That's not what this is about.

Last night I dreamt that I was in the Orlando Magic locker room after a game.  I have no idea why I dreamt about being in the Orlando Magic locker room - I didn't watch a Magic game last night.

I was in the locker room, sitting in a sink, drinking a Dr. Pepper and talking to JJ Redick about tattoos.  Now, we all know that my first love, when I was but 15 years old, was JJ Redick.  To this day, I'm still in love.  He's never let me down, not even after the marijuana incident of 2003.  Or the DWI incident of 2006.  I still love him.  Here's why:

Best shooting form in all of basketball. Period.

And he's hot.  I mean.  Come.  On.
I can't even use full sentences, he's that good-looking.

The day JJ Redick got married, my mom sobbed.  She sobbed because she knew she messed up.  She knew that when I was in high school and got accepted into all of those schools in Florida, she should have let me go.  She should have let me go because JJ Redick, after my freshman year at flippin' Sam Houston State as far away from the love of my life as I could be, JJ Redick gets drafted to the Orlando Magic.  

Seriously.

Holla!

Let's go back to this dream.  The strangest part wasn't that I was in the Orlando Magic locker room talking to JJ Redick.  It wasn't even that I was sitting in a sink.  I was drinking Dr. Pepper - that's weird.  Dr. Pepper has "23 flavors" and that freaks me out.  Besides, the carbonation sends me into an electrical shock of some sort.  I can't handle it.

The worst part, was when I woke up.  My alarm went off right in the middle of a deep conversation with the love of my life, the best shooting form in all of basketball, those abs.  I was so upset, I rolled back over to try to dream myself back into the locker room.

Didn't 'happen.

I even love JJ Redick when he looks like a lumberjack.

Love endures all things.

That's love.  I mean, I'm sure he's happy and all with his wife and playing basketball and whatnot, but he could have me.  I'm still waiting for him to @reply me on Twitter confessing his love.  I know he fell in love with me the first time we met.  He can't deny it.  He just can't.

I believe that everyone is allowed at least one obsession.  Whether it be a person (preferably not someone you see on a regular basis), food, activity, etc.  Mine is JJ Redick, and I'm perfectly OK admitting that.  I mean, have you seen him?

Our love runs river deep, mountain high.  Established in 2002 and still going strong.

*Disclaimer

My mother did not really sob.

But she was pissed.