the holidays are here, break out the booze.
i miss the days when i could set my mag 11 in the basket at the metal detector, along with a picture of the pilot's face and waltz on through. getting more and more antisocial as the days go by here, my surreality is so scrambled i think i could be content with the life of a mountain hermit... but i hate being lonely. bad combination. family life is the same as usual, it just takes a holiday gatehring for us to remember all the reasons why we live in different area codes. feelin foolishly choleric lately. possibly due to always wanting what i can't have. it's getting cold. i need something tropical in my life.
guess i could always get a fish.
i miss the days when i could set my mag 11 in the basket at the metal detector, along with a picture of the pilot's face and waltz on through. getting more and more antisocial as the days go by here, my surreality is so scrambled i think i could be content with the life of a mountain hermit... but i hate being lonely. bad combination. family life is the same as usual, it just takes a holiday gatehring for us to remember all the reasons why we live in different area codes. feelin foolishly choleric lately. possibly due to always wanting what i can't have. it's getting cold. i need something tropical in my life.
guess i could always get a fish.