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Serving from the hip...

When people start getting real...the real world: Phillip. I'm admitting my addiction, it ain't pretty I'll admit. Yes things might be a little out of control and maybe I can't stop. I'm not hurting anyone but myself, I refuse to feel bad about my dark, dark.....yellow secret. Okay I'm addicted to watching the Australian Open Tennis tournament on TV. I can't stop! I love tennis! This years tournament, while only five days old has already had many highlights, low-lights, and hysterical moments. Can we please talk about Radwanska and her racquet snapping in half?



How the eff does this even happen? The look on her face was priceless while she was still clutching onto the racquet. Gurl just drop it already, you are a freak and so is your busted racquet, so walk your Polish ass over to yo' bag and grab a new one, cuz I know you have like 5 extras, being a fancy ass pro tennis player and all.

This year it's anyone's game on the women's side. While I'm normally rooting for the Williams sisters, Serena is out with her foot still in a boot, and Venus had to forfeit in the 3rd round...so they're both hopeless. So I'm gonna go with Kuznetsova cuz I love her Lesbian realness.

I'd also love to see Sharapova win, but mostly because of her amazing Nike set she's been sporting this tournament. It's a pretty awesome combo of pale gray with a neon salmon (*or is it a sherbet orange?!), cannot get enough of it! She's been doing this play on pale gray's with neon yellow's and green in the past. This one is definitely my favorite of the bunch. While it's not nearly as dramatic as Venus' barfomatic dress (*so awful) from two days ago, it does the job.

Just another week and a half left of the tournament, hopefully my eyeballs wont come falling out of my head from all the TV watched....or from another disastrous Venus outfit...oh wait, she's outta the tournament, *phew*! In the meantime I'll be hitting the courts with my tennis friends and pretend that I can play 1/8th as good as the pros. Hey at least I can hit a backhand better than most people at my tennis club...those suckas.

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