party on
Blah. Happy Thanksgiving. My oven is fired up and in a few goddamn minutes my Hot Pocket will be ready.
Yeah, I guess I’m not really in a festive holiday mood. I’m planning to get stoned with a joint I lifted from WHN’s and then go watch a movie. Probably “Finding Neverland” although I’m not sure, it might be too cheerful. But Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet, meow.
Last night WHN and I watched Pi which was just as trippy the second time, and yada yada yada. This morning (well, I guess this afternoon) his mom was waiting outside to pick him up for Thanksgiving, so we said hi. His mom was really nice. She seemed kinda like me in this occasionally coked-up personality kind of way. I bet she was thinking, “Oh my God, PLEASE GIVE ME GRANDBABIES!” or something like that, neither of her sons are married or have kids even though they’re both in their thirties. I bet she was also thinking, “I know my son is a kind of an idiot and I’ll yell at the little bastard later for not inviting you to dinner when clearly you have nowhere to go but please don’t dump him!”
WHN is soooo sensitive. Of course I wanted him to invite me. Another of my friends did invite me, but we’re not that close and her family makes me want to stab out my eyes. WHN ended up explaining that today’s dinner was just with family friends anyway, the other dinner being tomorrow, because his parents just divorced. I wasn’t going to like ask him to invite me or anything but you’d think he would have caught on to the fact that my family is all in Ohio and these sort of things are pretty depressing.
After I get stoned and watch a movie, if I’m feeling extravagant, I’ll get a turkey dinner somewhere; every place has them on special for like twelve bucks. Or maybe I’ll just buy a normal dinner of some sort. Anything goes, I might as well spend a few bucks and console myself.
Yeah, I guess I’m not really in a festive holiday mood. I’m planning to get stoned with a joint I lifted from WHN’s and then go watch a movie. Probably “Finding Neverland” although I’m not sure, it might be too cheerful. But Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet, meow.
Last night WHN and I watched Pi which was just as trippy the second time, and yada yada yada. This morning (well, I guess this afternoon) his mom was waiting outside to pick him up for Thanksgiving, so we said hi. His mom was really nice. She seemed kinda like me in this occasionally coked-up personality kind of way. I bet she was thinking, “Oh my God, PLEASE GIVE ME GRANDBABIES!” or something like that, neither of her sons are married or have kids even though they’re both in their thirties. I bet she was also thinking, “I know my son is a kind of an idiot and I’ll yell at the little bastard later for not inviting you to dinner when clearly you have nowhere to go but please don’t dump him!”
WHN is soooo sensitive. Of course I wanted him to invite me. Another of my friends did invite me, but we’re not that close and her family makes me want to stab out my eyes. WHN ended up explaining that today’s dinner was just with family friends anyway, the other dinner being tomorrow, because his parents just divorced. I wasn’t going to like ask him to invite me or anything but you’d think he would have caught on to the fact that my family is all in Ohio and these sort of things are pretty depressing.
After I get stoned and watch a movie, if I’m feeling extravagant, I’ll get a turkey dinner somewhere; every place has them on special for like twelve bucks. Or maybe I’ll just buy a normal dinner of some sort. Anything goes, I might as well spend a few bucks and console myself.