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Pumped about January 20th.

I'm still pumped about November 20. This is the best time of year. Look how early it gets dark. It's cloudy and gray most days. This is what I suffered through months of hellish long spring and summer days for.

My teeth don't bleed anymore so I'm no longer a vampire, but maybe I'm supposed to be.
 
I'm still pumped about November 20. This is the best time of year. Look how early it gets dark. It's cloudy and gray most days. This is what I suffered through months of hellish long spring and summer days for.

My teeth don't bleed anymore so I'm no longer a vampire, but maybe I'm supposed to be.
I thought you were going to say November 24th because that is when you get to shove in your family members faces how little they have to be thankful for.
 
Probably not going. I can't imagine leaving what I've got here to waste a day on them. They have plenty to be thankful for, but they don't realize it.

Imagine what it would be like to be homeless or fired. The opportunity to do it all over again. It would all start with a rummage through the trash to see what could be eaten. I bet it would be good. Imagine the rush of eating it and surviving. Knowing you could do it.

This is the kind of thinking this time of year brings. The hot summer brightness brings death wishes.
 
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