Rediscovered Love

It seems like every year I fall in love with college basketball at about the same time. I could care less what happens November-February but as soon as March comes around it becomes an obsession. My bracket always sucks but I'll take 32 close, last second shot winning games over a perfect bracket any day. I'm pretty sure that the only thing to make my 4 hour straight March Madness marathon better is if Mila Kunis decided to come over in her sweats and watch this game with me and then make us both sandwiches. Sexist, I know, but she's my future wife and I'm hungry so it's okay. Turkey & Swiss + March Madness + Mila = a pretty damn good day. Oh well, maybe next year.