and it’s been an uneventful week really. Politics and the entertainment business is so fucking boring I can’t stand even thinking about it. Christmas is less than a week away and that’s something I’d rather get over with as well, and New Year’s Eve. I haven’t got time for any of it. Everything grinds to a halt and we have to put up with the usual celebrations, countdowns, parades, parties and time wasting crap that happens every year. It’s always the same shit although this year the MTA have decided to decorate a train with lights and Christmas type stuff. That’s how happy people are in New York now that GEOTUS is returning to power. They’re making the trains great again.
Of course it couldn’t be the Xmas Train, that would offend some loser.
It’s a start I guess. So what will I do over Xmas/New Years? Probably what I do every day. Nothing is gonna change. I barely drink any more, so that’s not on the agenda. I get a hangover from drinking Kombacha these days. I’m not going anywhere, I just got back from Hawaii. I’ll be asleep before midnight on New Year’s Eve I would hope. Nobody around here is going to invite me to a party, particularly since Trump won the election. The last time it happened, people who I thought were friends devolved overnight into sulking five year olds, and it was my fault apparently.
What’s a person to do? I hate those fucking countdowns. I hate that the Sydney Harbor Bridge is always the first place to see fireworks, and that it’s always the same fucking lame shit with horrible music. I used to live down right opposite the bridge. It was a nightmare on New Year’s Eve because everybody descended on the place. It was a really good spot to see everything. One year I had parked my car down there as I usually did every night.
Come New Year’s Day, I go down to get my car and one of the wheels was missing. Some fucking cunt had stolen the only new tire and to add insult to injury left a fucking note which said, “sorry I took your tire.” That’s the kind of cuntery that goes on down there. It’s thief central. You can’t have nice things in Australia. Thieves will steal anything that’s not nailed and bolted down. God forbid you leave change in your car visible from the street. The fucking junkies in Sydney will smash the window for 20 cents.
Make public flogging great again
I shouldn’t be writing anything today. I’m kind of in bad mood. It could be the festive season, ie “the Holidays”. Holidays schomolidays. Maybe it won’t be so bad this year, but I’ll be glad when it’s all over. It’s going to snow on and off for the next few days and get really cold. It seems cold now although it’s 68 degrees in this room. Oh, it just went up to 69.
I ordered a “Happy Light” on Ebay. They’re supposed to help you get through the gloom of the depths of winter. We’ll see. The only thing that would lift my spirits would be the happy light of a nuclear annihilation of the entire Middle East, arguably the place where Christmas sprang from. It also seems to be the place where all the troubles of the world spring from. It’s curious…
One could always gas up the old Chevy and take off somewhere I suppose. Yeah baby.
Happy Friday