It’s officially 2021 (aka 2020 part 5), and since it’s also Flashback Friday (which is what I do when I’m not around to post something for Throwback Thursday), here’s SF Giants legend and former crush object of mine Tim Lincecum blowing his champagne load on the cover of Sports Illustrated. (Yes, I had a crush on him, judge away.) Has it been ten years since that cover dropped and I rushed over to my nearest Safeway to buy that issue so I can squeal over those pics of The Freak in the comfort of my home? Lordt I’m an old.
Some things I hope to see this year: getting my Covid vaccines, Covid being reduced to something manageable and not horrifically serious, the SF Giants winning another championship, every single selfish brat who partied maskless and traveled a lot during this pandemic to get pelted by jagged rocks wherever they go (oh, and go broke, too), the New York Post to fold because of this and their other bullshit, the downfall of influencers and Instagram clones (dem thots all look disgustingly alike), the return of real, natural beauty and genuine personalities and riot grrl rock music (I know–random grouping, but they all go together if you look at it), Orange Hitler being dragged out by Secret Service if his hateful, ignant ass still refuses to leave the White House come Biden’s inauguration day, Moscow Mitch to kick the bucket after choking on a Lego, Georgia to go blue once more next Tuesday (please!!), and, of course, my dream career as a novelist to finally take off!!!