Snowed in...
I am snowed in. It's terrible outside. Even when I go out for a quick cigarette I find myself running around the house to stay out of the wind. It sucks. My neighbors will tell tales of an abominable snowman who was creeping around the residence with a cigarette and a bottle of wine in the blizzard. So yes, I'm stuck in the house. It's boring. I've watched most of the Herschell Gordon Lewis film collection and am just sitting in my chair and reading A Scanner Darkly. This wine is awful, by the way. It's called Jam Jar and it tastes like poison. But while I'm snowed in and have absolutely nothing to do I find myself drinking from this bottle of what I imagine the punch at Jim Jones' house tasted like.
Christmas was ok. Saw the family for a few hours. That's really all I need. I had my morbidly obese aunt who likes to play the victim in absolutely every situation come over too. Not going to get much into that because the arguements were far less cheeky and fun. Girl from Oneonta came down. Her and I found the only bar that was open in the area on Christmas day. We had some drinks, bullshitted to each other, some friendly flirting, she stood up (finally) to a girl who used to make fun of her back in highschool who still had a grudge against her. She told me she's moving back in June. I'll see how true that holds up. Not waiting on her though. If something better comes around she's gonna be shit out of luck. Shit, this wine is awful.
Now that it is December 26th I'm glad that Christmas is over. It's an awful holiday. The whole idea of people taking care of each other and peace on earth has been lost. It's abit over rated. Shit, this wine is awful. I've been making it a point to tell the overly religious folks that I thought Christmas was the day that Santa was born to die for our sins. His soul was then eternally cursed to deliver presents to small children. If the children did not leave milk and cookies to appease his angry and vengeful spirit then he would stuff their soul into his toy bag and use it as fuel to keep his sweatshop running.
Happy Holidays and Cheers!
Christmas was ok. Saw the family for a few hours. That's really all I need. I had my morbidly obese aunt who likes to play the victim in absolutely every situation come over too. Not going to get much into that because the arguements were far less cheeky and fun. Girl from Oneonta came down. Her and I found the only bar that was open in the area on Christmas day. We had some drinks, bullshitted to each other, some friendly flirting, she stood up (finally) to a girl who used to make fun of her back in highschool who still had a grudge against her. She told me she's moving back in June. I'll see how true that holds up. Not waiting on her though. If something better comes around she's gonna be shit out of luck. Shit, this wine is awful.
Now that it is December 26th I'm glad that Christmas is over. It's an awful holiday. The whole idea of people taking care of each other and peace on earth has been lost. It's abit over rated. Shit, this wine is awful. I've been making it a point to tell the overly religious folks that I thought Christmas was the day that Santa was born to die for our sins. His soul was then eternally cursed to deliver presents to small children. If the children did not leave milk and cookies to appease his angry and vengeful spirit then he would stuff their soul into his toy bag and use it as fuel to keep his sweatshop running.
Happy Holidays and Cheers!
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