It's the day after Thanksgiving. It's cold and frozen. Very gloomy and depressing. I always thought thanksgiving should be a day of fasting, rather than feasting. We feast every day of the year. If this country had any true spiritual inclination, it would be a fasting day. We are the fattest, unhealthiest, most gluttonous and wasteful people history has ever known. I fasted for Thanksgiving years ago....my family of course thought I was a freak...yet again....lol..
Crazily, I left all of my coats and sweaters at my brothers. It was an oversight of some sort, and now I'm doomed to freeze my balls off until he comes for Christmas. It's so cold and we haven't even really gotten out of fall yet.
I am SO SO BORED. No job yet, nothing to do. I've been reading alot lately, and spending alot of time on the computer. I hate chat rooms, but have been indulging myself in them. I have met a couple of really nice guys, however. Only one local guy....he's really nice...cute...I just finished Hunters of Dune by Frank Herbert's son Brian and started on Violin by Anne Rice. Anne always hooks my interest immediately. I can't wait to really delve into it. Before I subject you to any more mundane shit, I'll humbly close.
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