Milano Cortina Olympics, Part XVI

Ok, after verrrrry considerable thought, I believe that I *might* have a bit of a crush on Alysa Liu.

This is after taking a look at my insta and realizing that my recent likes are like… 97-99% Alysa Liu related.

I mean we’re talking like a 10000 to 1 ratio here people.

Of course I *COULD* be wrong about my predilections. I mean… I’m just extrapolating, here.

BUT. But… but- I believe, with the evidence at hand, that I do seem to have a strong indication of a slight infatuation with Alysa, if I’m not being overwhelmingly parsimonious with my affections, which, let’s be honest with ourselves, I seriously, indisputably am, because like… OMG.

SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING COOL, OH MY FUCKING GOD

It’s like I keep waiting for her slip up and do something wrong but she never does and it’s just like I can’t take it anymore OMG HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO FUCKING PERFECT SHE’S SO GOD DAMN PRETTY HOLY FUCK YO

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

You know, I KNEW this would happen. I walked into this Olympics thinking… nope. Not going to take the bait.

I knew it, I knew it. I knew it, I knew it as soon as Tara Lipinski started talking about “Golden Retriever Energy” on the ice. I could tell it was coming, with those fucking commercials she did, and those carefully chosen routines I saw, and I STILL fell for it, like some stone age neanderthal blundering into some tar pit.

I tried to avoid it by following not Alysa Liu on Instagram, but Anna Shcherbakova, instead. And I did that just to… well, I don’t know why I did that, honestly. But it’s what I did.

But I STILL wound up following Alysa as well. FUCK.

Well… TBH I’m kinda daydreaming at this point.

So… things to think about.

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