I don't do scarfs well. But I have wee little Amelie bangs. Will that help?

I got a passport when I went to London in college, and had to get a new one when I went to Mexico in grad school. Or on a cruise? I can't remember which came first. I've been to Canada a few times, but maybe only once that I used the passport, because I was flying. I can't remember.

Being Jamaican means never going anywhere without a passport. I've had one, current, since I was one, and I always know where it is, since I'm usually in a foreign country.

ESPN has decided the Gentlemen's final was an instant classic so they're back to backing it on ESPN Classic. I rewatched the last set and the trophy presentation and I hope it's out of my system now.

Then my sister sent me this article which totally got my dander up. I'd be pro big babe tennis if it were used to smash his head in.

Whenever someone mentions tossing a scarf around their neck, I think of Isadore Duncan. I can't even wear a turtleneck.

When I was a senior in highschool, my grandmother knitted me a 10-foot Dr. Who scarf, having never even HEARD of the show. My mom just told her, "Do this. He'll love it." And I did.

And I'd hurl it around my neck dramatically; geek friends thought I was being the Doctor. I knew better. Hee.

(My, I was a morbid teen. GO FIGURE.)

I should remember that the ita link rule also applies to articles about tennis.

(OMG FUCKHEAD.)

I suspect that on the way up I could have just shown one of the pictures of me posing with Ray Bourque and been waved on through.

It's probably true.

I have new passport pictures somewhere, and a renewal application somewhere else. I need to get on that.

I have been to England once, and to the US a handful of times.

I stayed home because my back was so sore I could barely move this morning. I have enough painkillers in me to kill a small dog right now, and still i have a headache.

I always think Paris is filled with ridonkulously cute people eating baguettes and bitching about politics.

Which, you know, I'm sure is well balanced by horrendously ugly people eating kentucky fried chicken bowls and bitching about growing out their mullets.

I think I'm going to make those condensed milk "magic" cookie bars now. So the question then becomes, bring them to work tomorrow for Clean-Up day, Wednesday for staff meeting, or Thursday for a coworker's birthday? Hmmm.

Then my sister sent me this article which totally got my dander up. I'd be pro big babe tennis if it were used to smash his head in.

OMG, could that twatwaffled asshat been any more insulting?

Then my sister sent me this article which totally got my dander up. I'd be pro big babe tennis if it were used to smash his head in.

Holy. Shit. I actually felt my eyes widen.

Why do people like him EXIST?