January.

thunderheist:presumably | sidewaysdown

  • 1st, Bolton - HOME
  • 5th, Blackburn - HOME
  • 9th, Man United - FA - AWAY
  • 12th, Blackpool - AWAY
  • 16th, Everton - HOME
  • 22nd, Wolves - AWAY
  • 26th, Fulham - HOME

Seven games in 26 days. That’s one game every 3.7 days. Fuck our lives. Fuck them very much.

I predict all of them will get injured in the first game, then Roy and his staff will have to play and we’ll beat the Mancs by 7-0, because Roy is great like that.

I’m sort of teetering between feeling excitement and utter HORROR for the 9th. Like, I know Chelsea ~victory~ happened but also prior to the match considering our horrendous form at the time (and, um, since the beginning of the season. SOB) I wasn’t expecting much from the boys but they were brilliant only in the first half so you never know with Mancs next monthyearwhatever. But since this is Liverpool under the management of a clueless dweeb we’re talking about here (= this is an incorrect insult of what I actually think about him but you know. Respect for old people and all that.) so I have this unsettling feeling as usual. Though that might also be because: January = finals month/end of semester fatigue and general melancholia overload. Which naturally adds to the pessimism.