his armband said he was a red (torres, torres)

liverpool beat chelsea the oh-so-former head of the premier league table today. the final score? 2-0. oh, and let's not forget who scored those goals:

i started watching with a room full of manchester united and chelsea fans (but the casual, plastic fan kind, not real ones) and have been slowly converting them into reds. we'll see how it goes. i've been bombarding them with propaganda since we met. besides, fernando torres's freckles can be very persuasive. i might make a real post later. we'll see how that goes. until then:

now, if you don't mind, i'm going to go cry in a corner over poor, deceased ophelia the ipod. she died peacefully in my sleep, with her headphone cord wrapped around my neck. itunes is attempting cpr now. wish us luck.

edit: more! there's more!

images stole from this via tumblr. no, really, watch the interview. it's adorable.

blurry because it just happened, but ozil scored, too!