homeboy's mom invited me over for thanksgiving... he didn't.

awkward.

but i guess i'm content in just sitting at home playing xbox and drinking the rest of last night's wine and eating crackers and peanut butter and if i feel like i'm about to starve i might bust out that 8 lbs. of steak and go hog wild... solo.

keep your paws off my sirloin, bitch, you had turkey! don't be so selfish.

also, i'm going to take apart the vacuum and play with the springs and rubber bands and then drink more before putting it back together. i hope this takes up the greater part of my day.

i woke up to ix on the phone with his sister.

"yeah, joint accounts are just bad news. i mean, you have your shit to take of, and i have mine... girls need tampons. i don't get it!... of course... just communicate before you buy another fucking pair of shoes!.... yes.... yes... AND purses."

i might even shower before i put on some sort of whimsical holiday outfit and sit in a dirty bar giving stink eye to all the strangers with turkey breath.

happy thanksgiving, jerks.