Early post this time. Now that I'm home, I keep normal hours. Well, maybe not normal hours. Let's just say that now I'm awake when it's light out, too.
So turkey day has come and gone, present day is past, and Boxing Day is quickly coming to a close. It's time for stores to lower the Christmas sale prices back to everyday prices. The only holiday left before the new year IS the new year. While some may find this thought uplifting - a new year, a fresh start, let's go get drunk and find ourselves a strip joint - I, personally, find nothing more depressing. It's another year under my belt, and for every misery last year, I know there's more coming. It won't be long now before I become a bitter old man, rather than the bitter kid I currently am. New Year's, to me, is just a way to fuck me up when I'm writing out dates. It takes a while to get used to writing 04 instead of 03. The only reason this day rates higher than a birthday to me is that New Year's is a reassurance that the entire world is getting older with me. True, I get no consolation gifts as I do on my birthday, but the knowledge that everyone else is getting old and bitter with me really makes it worthwhile.
So the next time you think of going out and beating up old women, remember that they were once just like you. The only reason they are the way they are now is because, in the words of Roddy Piper, "Life's a bitch, and she's back in heat."
For this and many more amusing quips from the actor/wrestler, go out and rent or buy a copy of "John Carpenter's They Live". You will enjoy it.
Until next time,
Goose
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