I’ll say that I’ve been fine, but no, I’m lying through my teeth. I need a spark, I need a fire. I need confetti from the sky, I need you here tonight.

So please believe that I am shy in my defeat. you know,
I’ll say that i’ve been fine, but no, i’m lying through my
Teeth. I need a spark, I need a fire, I need confetti from
The sky, I need you here, tonight, these broken ribs are
Biting me inside.
It’s pretty cold outside. I know this because the cold cut through my cheesy windbreaker that the local news station told me I would need to get through the day.

Liars.

Its suppose to snow tomorrow, which I’m keeping an eye on. Normally I wouldn’t care but at 5 in the morning(yes, /ugh, in the AM) I’ll be driving home to Texas for Turkey Day. Last time I drove to Texas for turkey day, I was driving back into Denver with over 3 foot of snow. It was crazy to say the least.

For a change I’m actually looking forward to my 10 hour drive. I have had a hard time going to sleep at night as of late, my mind racing so much, and when I drive it usually gives me a chance to think about it all. On top of that, it’ll be one of the last time that me and Betsie get to make the trip together. I can’t beileve its been six years since I first got her … wow. How does time fly by so fast? My sister tells me it only gets worse as you get older.

I feel old.

I felt old today two fold.

Did you know that for a gallon of Chocolate Milk is about five bucks? Five bucks! Man! I could drink that in a sitting …. five bucks! In shock, I kind of said it a couple hundred times to the lady at the cash register, until I realized she was probably no older than 17 and thought I was crazy. I remember mom would take us to Allsups, and she’d give me two bucks and say

“If that’s not enough, come back and I’ll give you another quarter.”

/rant
*snatches the damn quarter* I never understood why she didn’t give me the bloody quarter to begin with. Needless to say I always looked like a broke white trash idiot, although I was only 6 or so …
/endrant

So milk is making me feel old. Another thing is I bought George some extra food while I’m away on my mini vacation, and of course I went to PetSmart. Now before I say anything, I have to say that I LOVE PETSMART. I could spend all day there, even if it was sitting at the door looking at all the doggies that pass by. Every time I buy something, I always donate a dollar(and for you PETA folk that pass through here, I don’t care if that extra dollar ends up in the CEO’s bank account used for late night hooker sessions, it makes me feel like I gained a browny point to get into the pearly gates one of these days …).

But today, it was like wow.

I saw this 90 year old lady grabbing carts. Normally that’s fine, but I walked in and she had two carts, and by the time I got done she had about 10 carts trying to push them into petsmart. Come on petsmart, don’t make a 90 year old lady grab carts! Bastards! Needless to say she had a hard problem pushing this mass of carts up into the store with one hand(other hand she was holding a cane).

Of course, I felt weird helping a grandma do her job … but I felt obligated.

I pushed these carts up into petsmart and as I pushed, I felt every bone in my body POP.

Old age is catching up to me. /ugh.

Anyways …

One thing I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving would have to be George. He’s got to top my list somewhere. He makes me want to come to an empty home. It’s depressing enough as it is, but he adds a little spice to life and I’m for sure thankful. I always knew this, given we eat together, he’ll crawl around on my desk while I play video games. He’s a good listener too. I can vent to my heart’s content and he doesn’t mind. Every now and then he’ll look at me as if he wants me to shutup, but besides that, overall I’m very thankful.

It hit me when I was at petsmart though. I was buying all this stuff for him. Extra water dishes, extra food, ect … I bought two extra water dishes and thought to myself, “Should I buy him a bigger cage for all these water dishes because he won’t have enough space to stretch his legs! Will he have enough food? Hopefully he doesn’t die of some sort of separation disease.” Shutup already kc! Geesh .. you sound like a dad.

Then it hit me. And then it hit me again …

Long story short I got renters insurance because of some punk kids in my apartment complex. Lets just say I wouldn’t be surprised if I came home to an empty apartment(tv, video games, computer, laptops, cameras and all …). So I bought insurance.

But what about George? Insurance I’m sure I couldn’t get George back if somebody did something to him.

I’m sure I’d take a bazooka to somebody’s face if something happened to him.

I know what your thinking, crazy lizard guy.

To you he’s just a gecko, but to me, he’s George.

After petsmart I had to go to target to get some last minute supplies. By supplies I mean Dr. Pepper for my mixed drink, lighter fluid for tonight’s stogy, and an 8 pack of this fantastic depression medication… errr … drumstick ice cream cones. Nothing soothes a cold and congestion and depression/solitude like the ice cold vanilla filled, chocolate covered(with almonds), waffle cone encased vanilla goodness as good as one of these bad boys.

So I drive into target and I’m about to pull into this parking spot where out of nowhere this bunghole ass munch pulls out in front of me and steals it. BASTARD! That was MY spot, I had my blinker on and everything.

I didn’t get mad, I realized it’s Christmas time, it’s the holiday seasons.

/ugh. Now I know ….

And so it begins….

Here is to you twat, who sits in her car waiting for my parking space while not giving me enough room to back out. To the grandma who wants to race me to the express checkout line, or the dumbass who waited until Christmas Eve to buy his kid a Wii when they’ve been back ordered  since august and  creates a scene at the local Gamestop. Here is to the assmunch who drives a 100mph in the parking lot just to get the up close spot while nearly killing 100 pedestrians in the process.

In my deepest, thickest New York Accent, and those that know me, know it.

Merry Fuckin’ Christmas, and happy holidays.

There, I said it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays. I wouldn’t be traveling home tomorrow if it wasn’t for the holidays. I just hate people who do the mentioned above.

I’m really looking forward to my drive tomorrow. To see my parents, my puppies. I’m feeling a wee bit home sick. I can’t wait to take a billion and one pictures of max and kaylee. Of my folks. Of my home. I can’t wait.

I will have to wait …

Here it is midnight, and I can’t get to sleep. /ugh. I doubled up on the alcohol tonight too and still I can’t get to sleep.

I should be going … I have a long day ahead of me. A long night ahead of me for that matter. I just bought 30 bucks worth of music. I’ll tell you something, this Single File – “No sad face” I bought a while back, I can’t get it out of my head. Every song is awesome. If you don’t have it as part of your collection, go get it. Now. It’s only 6 bucks, can’t beat it.

Anyways, I should be going though. If you don’t hear from me the next few days, it’s because I’m trying to escape reality, and if you do end up hearing from me it’s because I’m trying to escape my family.

/ugh.

G’Night All, and sorry for my “R” rated ramblings.

Well i know it’s circumstance alone that we speak of,
Today, when tired hearts are burried in the mud and barely
Beating. we’ll find a noble reason to follow through, we
Always do. we’ll fake a smile and leave to lick our wounds…

“September Skyline”~Single File

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