So I've been down with the S to the G for a little over a year now. And yet, this is only the second time I've plunked down a journal entry. Half because of boredom, half because I don't want to look at that fucking journal entry I made in June anymore. I was so chipper and optimistic about life then, it's just depressing now. Amazing how one's outlook can drastically change in such short time.
Anyway. Thanksgiving done come and gone, and I'm sure that like most other Americans, I had a deliciously dysfunctional time. Which is kinda weird for me, because my family is so disconnected that there usually isn't enough communication for the dysfunction to germinate in. I'm posed with three different familial factions asking for my presence during Thanksgiving dinner. Mom was at a friend's house, but I didn't know anyone, and spending the holiday with strangers didn't appeal to me. Grandma offered a fantastic old skool dinner, but she's in Fresno, and I hate that motherfucking drive. I ended up going to my dad's, but in retrospect I kinda wish I had gone to my grandmas, if only for the superior turkey.
After the grand dinner, I ducked over to a friend's house where we drank malt liqour, shot off big-ass bottlerockets, and stood around in the cold. We were all rather surprised at how hard it was to get a fifth of vodka at 10:30PM on Thanksgiving night.
The rest of my break has so far been summarily spent hiding in my apartment, oscillating between smoking, drinking, watching movies, playing video games, and watching fabulous free pay-per-view pornography. If only those fucks at the Hot Network would indulge me with a little anal penetration, I probably would never leave the house.
I've received an invite for further drinking tonight, but I've got a pretty stupid beer headache already, so I'm kinda on the fence. If nothing else, I vow to leave the house tomorrow.
Oh, I also made waaaaaaay too much bbq pork. My crock pot has now officially paid for itself.
Anyway. Thanksgiving done come and gone, and I'm sure that like most other Americans, I had a deliciously dysfunctional time. Which is kinda weird for me, because my family is so disconnected that there usually isn't enough communication for the dysfunction to germinate in. I'm posed with three different familial factions asking for my presence during Thanksgiving dinner. Mom was at a friend's house, but I didn't know anyone, and spending the holiday with strangers didn't appeal to me. Grandma offered a fantastic old skool dinner, but she's in Fresno, and I hate that motherfucking drive. I ended up going to my dad's, but in retrospect I kinda wish I had gone to my grandmas, if only for the superior turkey.
After the grand dinner, I ducked over to a friend's house where we drank malt liqour, shot off big-ass bottlerockets, and stood around in the cold. We were all rather surprised at how hard it was to get a fifth of vodka at 10:30PM on Thanksgiving night.
The rest of my break has so far been summarily spent hiding in my apartment, oscillating between smoking, drinking, watching movies, playing video games, and watching fabulous free pay-per-view pornography. If only those fucks at the Hot Network would indulge me with a little anal penetration, I probably would never leave the house.
I've received an invite for further drinking tonight, but I've got a pretty stupid beer headache already, so I'm kinda on the fence. If nothing else, I vow to leave the house tomorrow.
Oh, I also made waaaaaaay too much bbq pork. My crock pot has now officially paid for itself.
whiskey_____:
Fresno, huh?
taswell:
Clovis, actually. But that's essentially Fresno, except with slightly less speed dealers.