There is no Christmas Post. and i didnae say "Merry Christmas" and like that because it's none of my business how yer Christmas was. Hope it was swell, of course, but ultimately i think it should be much more personal than it is. Birthdays are your day, Christmas is your share day. Gotta family, S.O., whatever? git to it if you please.
Alla this forced cheer is a bunch of smeg, and i'm sure that that's not a solo sentiment.

New Years is another matter, so try and enjoy yerself for a little bit anyway. Yeh've nothing but regret if yeh dun, cos New Year's is completely in yer own hands.
i wasnae gonna go anywhere, but i've changed my mind a bit. Got a bottle of Trios Pistoles for tonight and a nice bottle of mead for tomorrow, and i should be good.
Got my snazzy new Churchwarden pipe, too ( thanks kimberly_tries). Neener.

And i'll toast you lot, too. Listen for it.


Namaste'.

i wish i were dumb.


cos i'm already pretty fucking good at being stupid, just that if i were dumb, i'd be able to coast on over to the next stone on the dumb road.

Being stupid, i get to reflect on my undumbness, and think about the nonsteps i take on the unroad to zero. And being stupid, i'll probably learn, and still feel bad.
Dumb would never know, or know enough to care, and just keep zooming on through, blasting away at reality and consequenses like some Spy Hunter game.
Relationship? OIL SLICK.
Finances? MACHINE GUN.
Health? SMOKE SCREEN.

Stupid gets you another go round, ironically enough. Stupid means that after yer done being stupid, you get to be something else til yer stupid again, right?

Dumb means you keep playing the same thing forever, so that it's no longer the game, its the life. But yeh never know any different, right?

But with stupid, you win sometimes. With dumb, you never lose, really, but you never really win, either.

Is it better to not know what yer missing?

Arizona used to have this poster on her wall in Cedar Bluff of some stiletto piercing a stuffed heart underfoot. it said something like "Angst or no feeling at all? I choose the Angst." Fuck you all, we were Emo while you were in diapers, LOL...
but anyway, the poster/quote: Mebbe i remember it wrong, mebbe i remember it in context to that time and space of neorelationships and unsex in the shadows of that mini Miltonesque Appliachian thing we were all wrapped up in at the time. Soundtrack by Arcadia/Duran Duran, and U2, and the Ramones, and that one damn Bizarre Love Triangle song... oh and the fucking Highlander Soundtrack. Jaysis.
All i really associate with most of that world is a bizarre melange of gravel and "The Chauffer". Fuck that song. Wonder where Paul is? Hey PAUL EARICKSON, hey TAJ ARIOL BLACKMOON, where is yer little gay ass hiding?

And by 'gay' i MEAN homosexual, not stupid. i really hate it when people say 'that's gay' when they mean 'that's stupid'. Burns my ass, it does. People are dumb.

Where was i?
oh, right, being dumb.

no, never mind. i'll stick with stupid after all, and hope it just comes with less frequency.