I don't particularly enjoy holidays. Most of the time they only serve as a reminder of the hateful holidays of my youth. Later after the first hotdogs are broiled and the first beers consumed I often am drawn back to the fact that my 'family' consists of a geriatric drunkard, a jaded human resource lady, a traveler, one bipolar, one semi-normal person, and a drama queen. Ironically enough, this is what a lot of families look like so I guess mine isn't that special after all.

So I guess instead of going uot and blowing stuff up, getting drunk and cooking hot dogs like every other full blooded american; I'll sit around getting drunk and playing Oblivion until Travis calls or maybe Adrian. I hope everyone doesn't forget me...