I’m Hungry.
It has been a while since I’ve updated this page and the only reason I’m doing it now is because there is one person that actually reads it. In much shorter terms, there was a request.
To begin, it is now 1 am and officially Thanksgiving. This, to me, is the worst time of the year. I want so much to be with my family but I find myself, again and again, alone and not in the greatest of spirits. As per usual from the 25th until the 1st of the upcoming year I’m getting drunk. It isn’t because I’m lonely and depressed but because now it seems to be a necessity. Even now I’m alone after a “get together” with good friends and I can’t think of a single memorable moment. Nothing to write home about as it were. No stories to pass on to future generations. Perhaps a list will help my ever slumping mood. People love lists. (<- my favorite sentence*)
Things I love right now:
1. Putting on socks right out of the dryer.
2. Listening to music that my brother has been a part of.
3. Drinking coffee on my balcony first thing in the morning.
… fuck the list. This is boring. The first thing at the top of the “Things I Hate” list would be writing about my boring life to other people that are bored with theirs. Maybe this holiday season will be different. I’ll try optimism on for a while. I’ll slip it on first thing in the morning like an old pair of sweats and I’ll wear it out in public. I’ll definitely need some Christmas music Sinatra style for this endeavor.
Happy holidays
~Nick
*even though my favorite fragment is “now know”.
Let’s go out on your birthday and make you some memories to make your grandchildren cringe.
thinking of being lonely and drunk on supposed family holidays.. i enjoyed last Christmas with you and Lovelady. being drunk and miserable with you cats is way better than being completely by myself.
You wish there was a drunken indian there now dont you! Theres no more half naked drunk mornings singing journey and boston to people in the morning is there? or getting smashed at pops and finding our selfs over the missippi river calling your mom to find out where we are. Dont worry I will be there shortly with a bottle of Old Crow and no chaser!