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Having divorced parents makes Thanksgiving amazing.
How? TWO Thanksgivings. Yes, two days where you get to stuff your face until you puke. How wonderful.
Coming home this year isn't so bad. Same old shit. My mom got two shitzus named Buddy and Chewie (as in Chewbacca) although they look more like ewoks. My little sister Abigayl (I will still never get over that spelling -- you have to be fucking kidding me) is smarter than my father. Only difference is that Amy is not here. And that I am staying at my mother's house. I feel kinda bad about that because I always stay at my father's but more and more stipulations arise every day that make me want to sleep elsewhere. I'm more used to sleeping on Catherine's couch than at my mother's house. I guess that's all changing in small steps.
Also, I quit smoking. For now at least. I am approaching two weeks. Personally, thus far, I don't see what the negative hype is all about. Its not that hard, its not that bad, there aren't insane cravings. If you can't quit smoking, you're just a bitch. Admit it. You have no will power and for the rest of your life you're going to be kicked around like a bitch. In fact, the reason I began smoking was because of drinking. I could barely imagine drinking even half of a beer without a cigarette. Last weekend, I drank a ridiculous amount of beer and made it through without a twitch. So, stop being a bitch. Or I will keep rhyming.
I am not happy right now. I don't want to go back to New York, but I definitely don't want to stay here.
I hate stupid people, and by that, I mean the herd, and by the herd, I pretty much mean everyone because people just suck, to put it simplest. Everyone. Chances are, if you are reading this, I hate you.
I got A Very Long Engagement for $12. I will watch it now because it is beautiful.
How? TWO Thanksgivings. Yes, two days where you get to stuff your face until you puke. How wonderful.
Coming home this year isn't so bad. Same old shit. My mom got two shitzus named Buddy and Chewie (as in Chewbacca) although they look more like ewoks. My little sister Abigayl (I will still never get over that spelling -- you have to be fucking kidding me) is smarter than my father. Only difference is that Amy is not here. And that I am staying at my mother's house. I feel kinda bad about that because I always stay at my father's but more and more stipulations arise every day that make me want to sleep elsewhere. I'm more used to sleeping on Catherine's couch than at my mother's house. I guess that's all changing in small steps.
Also, I quit smoking. For now at least. I am approaching two weeks. Personally, thus far, I don't see what the negative hype is all about. Its not that hard, its not that bad, there aren't insane cravings. If you can't quit smoking, you're just a bitch. Admit it. You have no will power and for the rest of your life you're going to be kicked around like a bitch. In fact, the reason I began smoking was because of drinking. I could barely imagine drinking even half of a beer without a cigarette. Last weekend, I drank a ridiculous amount of beer and made it through without a twitch. So, stop being a bitch. Or I will keep rhyming.
I am not happy right now. I don't want to go back to New York, but I definitely don't want to stay here.
I hate stupid people, and by that, I mean the herd, and by the herd, I pretty much mean everyone because people just suck, to put it simplest. Everyone. Chances are, if you are reading this, I hate you.
I got A Very Long Engagement for $12. I will watch it now because it is beautiful.