Flipping through the junk of catalogues in the mail, I found one that featured Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus-themed bedsheets. I snorted, then texted Haz.
Me: Do you want Jonas Brothers bedsheets?
Haz: Do you want to be strangled in your sleep?
Me: Miley ones then?
Haz: Do you know why Owen got signed on to your club? This is why.
Me: OH NO YOU DIDN’T.
Dahla my face seeing Owen in training is all kinds of D: D: D: accompanied by screaming because his training shirt had the number 15 on it (”OI! ITU VIDIC PUNYA NOMBOR BAGI BALIK I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TRAINING SESSION ONLY!!”). Jules is not helping the situation by constantly e-mailing me with “Owen 7″. I may actually need to be restrained during the opening season’s game.
