So I’ll sing you a new song…

letting you know that no one took me up on my offer. i still have my dollar. i’m quite disappointed in all of you.

in happier news, thanksgiving went off pretty well. by the day of, the expected patronage dwindled to 5. the aunt i had dreaded a visit from didn’t show, probably opting to stay at home with a turkey sandwich and pray that the turkey found jesus before someone offed it. the ones did that actually show were pretty pleasant. the food was great, my sister ever strengthening her acumen in the kitchen ten fold. we played some games, had some laughs, and i channeled the spirit of a 60 year-old man and ended up napping in a chair for a bit. i didn’t even really have that much turkey, i should have been fine. my father and my step-mom even showed up for a bit, and stayed far longer than she’d usually allow. nothing really exciting or out of the ordinary, except that when we got home, Loops wanted to lay the hammer down on some rock band 3. she’s pretty good on the keytar folks, you watch her, you’d think you were seeing the thompson twins all over again. without the bad hair.

was hoping to find some sweet deals on black friday, but was denied. i did find a pretty decent deal on cyber monday, which Loops promptly took advantage of. good thing, it was over and done with minutes after she spent her skrilla. and sure we have to wait a week, but there’s nothing better than that new tv smell. the only thing i’m not looking forward to is rearranging and getting rid of the old tv. it has to weigh as much as a compact car, but much less easy to move. so if you find me in traction next week, you’ll know what happened. well, its either that or i let my mouth run somewhere i shouldn’t have. this happens frequently also, but usually only at work.

speaking of work, the co-worker who has all the drama (bro/hubby) made quite the stupid bet on a football game this last weekend. she’s a big fan of one of the local college teams, and bet her branded winter jacket on the game. her team lost, so in a bit of ceremony, the jacket will be destroyed in a ceremony this friday. torn into 9 different pieces to be split with anyone who wants a cut. now color me wacky, but if you weigh 90 pounds, why would you wager your only winter coat on a football game? to me it’s funny. i had warned her all week not to talk so much junk, having explicit experience with a trouble making mouth. she spent all week sending me taunting text messages, only to get a sly wink back after her team lost. a tough loss, but at least no ones pulling anything out of her genitals. that i know of.

only one month left in this year. damned if time really doesn’t fly faster as you get older. i blinked and it was over. aside from those 8 months i spent in a coma (that’s my excuse), i barely remember any of it. one thing i do remember, was the beginning of june. realizing i hadn’t written about it, i guess i will try to do so. i got a phone calls from Loops when i was at work, it sounded like she had been crying and told me that something was wrong with my cat, Holden. it pretty much was determined that he was dead, just laying by the litterbox. it hurt a a lot, but i tried to stay at work to finish up before i came home to face it. i didn’t last an hour. had to bail before i snapped, preferably out of sight of customers. so i went home and found that my little buddy of what, 8 years or so had moved on. it was kind of sudden, and heartbreaking even still. i think i did an amazing job of holding it together until i had to pick him up. i lost my shit, and spent quite a bit of time crying after that. even the description of it makes me feel like an asshole, not doing it any justice. not to the emotion of the loss or his memory. it’s hard to convey the emotions in depth without cracking. hard enough to hold it together on a daily basis, let alone when something this horrible happens. i still walk through the house and hope to see him. sometimes i stand in the kitchen and still expect him to talk to me. it’s painful. i talk to the other cats about it sometimes late at night, because i’m fucking nuts.

way to end this on a down note, you fucking douche.