And Here We Are

Another holiday season.   It's not something I enjoy, and in fact, find it pretty gruesome.  Fairly certain there are numerous cantankerous and whiny blog posts about this on thee ole Crank The Shiny Tune but after a little cry session with my friend tonight, I figured out a way to deal.

I'm ok.. As long as we don't talk about the actual fucking day or anything to do with it.  Not a word.  Nothing about Norman Rockwell, decorations, traditions, white elephants, baking or whatever.  I'm serious, not a fucking word.  Ugh, so dramatic.

At any rate...bind yourself; and noooo festive talk.  There's only one thing to do when you realize you're walking through a desert.  Time to ration water, folks.



The Mary Onettes // Explosions // The Mary Onettes //
2007

Images: Kock Magazine 
I will miss trees, ornaments, caroling and dirty hot chocolate though..   Just saying.

Boys...

Okay boys let's have a quick dating lesson.  When a girl asks something simple like "What are you doing tonight?" there are a myriad of possible interesting responses.  Practicing my Grammy acceptance speech, making a Lucha Libre Clay-Mation film, organizing a circle jerk, polishing my collection of plastic fruit... whatever but the ole "gotta be honest I'm not looking for anything serious right now" is just cliche, yawntastic and the opposite of forthright  Grow a spine, if you're not interested just say so and besides when did having a cocktail translate to an engagement? Slow down buckaroo, the only commitment this gal can swallow these days is deciding what kind of liquor I want in my frosty glass and some nights even that's a stretch.

I just said "Guess I'll cancel the order for our wedding invitations then".

Silly Kissers - You Could Even Like Me (Jack Tennis Party Jam)

Strange Thanks*

Being told to give thanks.... Groans.  Being told to do anything sets my mind and tongue on fire.   It seems to be on everyone's agenda in my world... say thanks, love the people around you, count your blessings etc etc etc.  I'm not ungrateful, but come on!  To say I have an authority complex might be putting it mildly; unless that authority is willing to play, banter and misbehave in a way that makes sense.  To Me.  Maybe this is why so many famous naughties intrigue and amuse me so much.

Because of and through them I find my kindreds and my humor to wave my flouting hand.  Fuck Off.

Spahn Ranch - Strange Days [The Doors Cover]

In my country, today is the Day of Thanks, and though I have many reasons to say thanks and to some very wonderful deserving people, I reserve the right to say them at my leisure, without anyone's directive.  Save one.  The You Have To Because You Are Told To.  So thank you, ubiquitous you, for introducing me to so many nefarious and delicious ways to say I am Me.  I will not bow to anything other than myself. 

*Waving my I Don't Give A Shit Flag - you feel me right?  It's all a joke, in case you didn't catch the tone.