fa fa fa fa fucking friday
life is good, but my penchant for smartass little posts is completely dead at this moment.
I stuff my mouth with grapes because they taste good– though in Brooklyn everything tastes a little bit better than it does in Jersey. There’s a little life over here that doesn’t quite pump through the bowels of downtown Jersey City. Not that it’s not trying to be a little Brooklyn, that place o’er there. But honestly, it simply fails in the aesthetics of it it all. There are a few pretty pretties downtown, one being exactly a block away from me. However, just a general observation is that downtown is like Brooklyn was when we first moved there in 1998, struggling and discovering itself and procreating its hipsters and cafes and restaurants out at a furious pace later on as things were growing out out out.
But c’mon now. That was 6 years ago! Do I wanna wait that long for the real life to come barreling in?
No no no.
Oh, and I’m canceling Christmas for myself this year. Simply cannot afford it, or anything that it entails. I will make cookies and a pumpkin pie I can pick at all day long as I steal big dollops from the cool whip container. But otherwise, Christmas is dead to me…you hear that?
Ya know, there’s more suicides around christmas than any other time of the year?
ALSO: there’s more incidences of domestic violence on Super Bowl Sunday than any other day of the year. It’s the best day to go to theme parks (six flags, disneyland, etc.) cause everybody is home beating their wives. Makes perfect sense, eh?
dude I know
I hope things are going smashingly for you, hot thang.
Both days I hope to avoid the drama of wanting to stab myself in the eye, so I will avoid all things that could possibly turn me into a depressed mess.
Plus, my dog isn’t so bad a companion—she has yet to fail me.
I hope…
you’ll find someone to share your baking w/.
I hope you’ll be with someone you care for and who cares for you.
I pray you can experience the joy and hope this day is suppose to represent.
Please remember, the greatest gift given on this day so long ago was love. You’ve given so much of it in your life, I think it’s time you let someone give it to you…
This will probably sound shmaltsy but wtf. God – who/what ever the fuck He is – loves you. And, if I’m not mistaken, I think he’s shown you this by bring people into your life who truly love You; not the material you; YOU :^] At risk of getting myself in trouble w/ them, I can think of one person I know/knew…
God bless you dear soul. You are in my prayers.