preznit giv me turkee

it really will never stop being funny.

this is probably the only good thing about thanksgiving.

well, there's the parade, i guess, which did end in carnage and bloodshed again this year. i like it when the balloons go rogue. and i really don't mind miracle on 34th street the first few times i see it each season. and there's pie. hey, i like pie.

but really, now, i mean, donut shack is closed. for DAYS! what the hell dude, it is the Shack, it is Necessary. there could be no Purchasing of Birthday Donut, and it's all thanksgiving's fault.

i am becoming increacingly hostile towards this holiday. it seems, frankly, designed to prey upon my every neurosis: sense of obligation to family, isolation from family, dread of social interaction, perfectionism, obsessiveness, issues with food...

there is more to say about this. i will say it after dinner. suffice it to say that i am not looking forward to dinner.