Sports-idiots of the year

Oh, baby, am I gonna squeeze some bloggage out of this pronouncement...

Marquis de Happy

Long day in the city, but it ended on fun note, with Chris, Lisa, Sam and I having drinks in the Marriot Marquis lounge overlooking Times Square. Haven't been there in years and I forgot how cool the view is.

Head

Head On is the coolest song in the world. Pixies did it. Jesus and Mary Chain did it. Nuff said. It makes me want to make out and have massive mutual orgasmic sex.

Homie

This is my new friend, White Face Killarh. He’s keeping me company over the holidaze. Katie is fine, so far. Nancy is cool as ever and totally concerned about me. She told me my breath smelled like jet fuel. OK, I'll slow down on the beers. Sam is acutely aware that I’m in a bad mood. Chris chased me down the hall at work when she found I had no plans for yesterday. Erin is a hottie. And Ann is in my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her. Maybe if I smoke something and listen to the Dead Milkmen, she’ll go away. I still want her to stay. I want to welcome her home.

Liar

I lied and told my family I had Thanksgiving dinner with a friend. But it made mom feel better. Is thad bad? Truthfully, I sat here with Lefty and we gulped down a meatball sub together. I've never seen a cat so happy and content. And I feel pretty good myself. I miss my family. We're good together.

Trouble

This is a terribly troubling night. There is travesty in the turkey. There is suffering in the stuffing. I feel uneven tonight. Something is not right.

See thru me?

OK for once and for all I do not have self-mutilating thoughts. My words just lean to an unbalanced lilt in that direction. I am actually quite happy these days. Think about it. The Sox won the series. I have gifted friends. I'm employed with incredibly talented people. I have food in my fridge. I have you reading this. Any conncection between words and non-thanksgiving are purely coincidental. I see this pic and think leftovers....