Seriously, the post-Super Bowl portion of the year is MY TIME TO LIVE IN PEACE AND PEYTON MANNING, I HATE YOU FOR RUINING THAT RIGHT NOW.
I stopped caring about that Sock Blockweiler after I Googled him and found out he was married. In fact, here are things I would rather do than talk about the Broncos right now.
Cut all of my fingernails too short.
That's the worst. But it's better than having to hear about something you couldn't care less about ALL THE TIME.
Hang out with Kanye West.
At least that would be entertaining.
Get stuck at the train on Riverside for an entire day.
Then I could be alone and not have to hear all of you talking about what team some guy I don't care about is moving to.
Listen to Jason Derulo say his name for 57 minutes.
Enroll in a calculus class at CSU.
Yep. I would rather do that.
Listen my mom's Celine Dion CD I found under my driver's seat.
Whatever. Still better.
Clean the public bathrooms in Old Town.
It would be productive.
OK. That one was too far, sorry.