I have one ticket left for the 1st round home game for the Ducks playoffs. Section 421, row K, seat 5. It’s over the goal and a great view. $200 and it is yours. (Date is still TBD.) #anaheimducks

Ducks are going to the playoffs!!!!

Sometimes “sorry” isn’t enough. Sometimes you gotta address the hurt, not just say sorry and hope the other person just shrugs it off.

If it wasn’t clear already, I’m Team Gudas, and win or lose, I hope we get some good action tonight!

I need both my Czech boys healthy and on the ice. 😭

Yall are foul for that. Now I REALLY can’t go see Woll during warmies. Leafs fans will absolutely kill me.

Really missing Quantum Leap today.

Don’t have a lot to do today at work, so I’m gonna work slowly.

Five games without my fave player. Sad. We’ll be here when you get back, King!

Idiot deleted his comment because… why? Dude. If you can’t stand by your words, don’t post them to begin with.

Still cool with Gudas over here. Dude made a mistake. Doesn’t mean he deserves to be crucified. Jfc.

It’s game day!!!

Can my stupid coworker stop trying to chat with everyone? Sit at your desk and do your job. Jesus.

2.5 hours left.

Will the fucker who’s been hogging the quiet room for nearly an hour now GET THE FUCK OUT PLEASE?

I’m tired and have no patience for the coworkers I hate today.

My baby girl scored her first league goal last night! ❤️

I’m exhausted.

Why do people insist on talking to me before I’ve had coffee? Also, why are said people always people I don’t particularly like even WHEN I’m caffeinated?

I love this picture. Sometimes, I truly find gems from the hundreds of pics I take at games.

One of our systems is down, making it impossible to access things I need in order to do my job.

Was off an extra day for dad’s surgery. Now I’m at work and feel woefully behind.

I gotta stop letting my mental health ride on my hopes for my shitty team.

I’ve got a damn headache. 🤕

Killer win last night. Barely, but Ducks are second in the division now!

Oh great, the person who pestered me into my Menty B yesterday is blowing up my phone again today. Jesus. I can’t wait until they’re no longer my problem.

Joined prosebox. It’s a little strange, but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.

God. I’m so fucking done.

Deactivated threads and took the app off my phone. Idk if I’m going back ever, but at least it’s an option.

Contemplating removing social media from my phone. Just about every app except for this one and tumblr are pissing me off.

I really wish my coworkers would stop adding me to fucking group texts. Do they not understand that I’m leaving because I do not wish to be a part of them? (Note: the texts have zero to do with actual work.)

I feel like death.

Me: trying to exist Everyone in this house: jumps down my throat for the most minor things. I hate being home on a Thursday.

Can my co-irker come into work and sit at her desk and work? I really don’t need to listen to them shouting about their morning every day. Nobody asked, and I don’t care.

I hate the Paul brothers. Both need to fade into obscurity.

And just like that, my heart is broken all over again. 😞

Yeah, definitely injured myself on Sunday.

I am utterly exhausted. Had a lot of fun though!

Your girl is subbing tonight, and playing in her very first league game!!!

First practice for me with the new coach. It feels a lil weird.

Everyone is pissing me off.

I’m hopping off threads. It’s just been decided. I’m so over it.

I’m so tired. That’s what I get for staying for the whole game.

MUST we yell across the cubicles? There are phones you can use if you don’t want to walk over to someone’s desk. 🙄🙄🙄

Playing hockey with everyone on Sunday was incredibly therapeutic. Our coach touched all of our lives and helped grow the love of the game in our hearts. His presence was felt, and I could almost hear him cheering me on, even when I fumbled.

When do I understand it’s real? That I’m never going to see my friend again?

When do you stop messaging people who are gone?

Me: when does it stop hurting? Universe: girl, it’s been like three days. Me: okay, but I don’t like this feeling.