Of tennis and other things

Boo.

Yes and yet again Nadal gets to bite the side of another French Open trophy. I do not detest him like I detest Safina. Ive been fond of his cutting edged playing style and his numerous trophy collections at such an age. Wonder what Ill do at 24-25. However, I am dissappointed. Dissappointed for Federer and for Schiavone although Li na contributed a tough and very good game. Even with all those 'unbiased' French crowd Federer couldnt make it. He played like the way I dreamt he would minus the rain of unforced errors hitting the roof of his head. So gentle, clever and smooth tennis it fascinated Pseudorandom itself. But those unforced errors made me cringe and attack the scalp of my hair.
The Wimbledon is two weeks away I am hoping some excellent tennis coming from the players.

Apart from my sport muscles, life is life itself having a mind of its own. Its starving for more suitable productivity. But looking into the kind of orgasm books give you when you arrive at a fine line of words. I am having that too often these days. I am thankful for pay days. Oh and I havent dusted off the poetry challenge like the art project that has been suspended for reasons.