I’m beginning to dread Thanksgiving. Not due to the holiday itself. I like Thanksgiving. It’s much better at this stage of my life than Christmas and the “Winter” holidays.
When you get inspiration from the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, it’s a good day.
“The average age in our platoon, I’d guess, was nineteen or twenty, and as a consequence things often took on a curiously playful atmosphere, like a sporting event at some exotic reform school. The competition could be lethal, yet there was a childlike exuberance to it all, lots of pranks and horseplay. Like when Azar blew away Ted Lavender’s puppy. ‘What’s everyone so upset about?’ Azar said. ‘I mean, Christ, I’m just a boy.’” –The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien
OK, so this issue isn’t THAT serious.
A vegan, an atheist, and a crossfitter walk into a bar. You know this because they are all the same person, and they tell everyone very loudly as soon as they walk into the room. -A joke someone told me two years ago
Do fondest dreams ever come true? Most times they don’t, sometimes they do.
I’ve said it before. It’s one thing to have your brain believe something. It’s another level of belief and appreciation to have your gut believe it.
“Thank you for saying very nice things.” -Kieran McCarthy
“I could help you, but it’s your fight.” -U2, “Get Out of Your Own Way”