thanksgiving
So, today is Thanksgiving. Also known as Fatassus Unitusus, or the absolute most absurd and inane fucking holiday ever devised. Thanksgiving was started on (I think) the fact that we got some Indians to help us figure out how to eat corn and kill shit easier. It was kept strong by Americans because of our tendency to eat until we shit out of our ears. Today we get off of school and work so we can stay home and cook genetically modified turkeys and some mashed potatoes out of a can. Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as fat as the next American teenager, and I, too, plan to shit out of my ears in a matter of hours.
I like to hope that I'm not entirely ungrateful to the new interpretations of the indian genecide.
I'm thankful...
I could've done a cheap little lj cut and then a list of all the scene-ass friends that I'm thankful for, but what would the point of that be when in two years I'm not friends with any of them anymore? I'm damn fucking thankful for myself. I'm thankful that I follow my head rather than my heart. I'm thankful that I don't get stupid tattoos that I'm going to regret when I'm no longer a stupid bitch. I'm thankful that I don't have a boyfriend and probably never will. These thanks may sound bitter. I am not bitter. Nor am I sarcastic.
Last night my parents got in a huge fight. No suprise. This is the third thanksgiving in a row that my dad has been exiled from. The whole idea of being thankful for family dumbfounds me. I have no family. I have a mother and a brother. When she decides it, I have a sister. Thanksgiving in the Perry house is a time for fights and leaving as soon as we're done eating. I don't know about all you other disfunctional families out there, but Thanksgiving is my absolute most favorite holiday.
