My Head Hurts...

again. always. i am he of the never-ending head-achey... i am constantly so tired, i would willingly take eight cans of creamed corn and a can opener to bed with me and not leave until sometime in april... my head, is so full of stuff, i am only waiting for that last little thing to make it explode. like, they don't have funions at the gas station. or, i go to take a shit, and there's only gas. or something so completely insignificant, and BLAMMY!!! head-explody. so tired... i'm awake right now, at 3.47 in the afternoon my time. and somehow, that is amazing... sad...

i am listening to regan fox. she does podcasts. she is fucking, hilarious... i am trying to type right now, and i just keeeep getting distracted by her impression of jennifer lopez accepting an oscar for her lead role in "memoirs of a geisha". not for real, but damn, that would be sooo, fucking, funny... and now she's playing audio files of a dumbledore-sounding british man narrating harry potter porn. i'm going to scream...

anywhoo... therapy appointment today. won't miss it. six o-clock.

i don't even know what i want to say, oh right:

i, HATE, christmas. not that holiday where christians of all stripes celebrate the date-corrected birthday of the man they believe was the second messiah. no no no. that's just fine. but i HATE, FUCKING, CHRISTMAS!!! christmas in america. i hate christmas carols being piped directly into my brain meats for a month with me not being able to do a damn thing about it... i hate the sudden ass-loads of crap on every store shelf (santa teddy bear, penguin snow globes, snowflake earrings, icicle dildos...) i hate the crowds of crowds (crowds squared) of people every-frickin-where, shopping, spending money, willingly driving themselves ass-lancingly insane to secure the love of the important people in their lives... i hate fucking bill o'reilly and his continual headline "war on christmas"! like we jews and non-christians and liberal heathens are going to steal your precious fucking holiday, like we hate it, and you for celebrating it, and the cute little reindeer socks you wear... jesus!

yes, i have been drinking more than my fair share of haterade. i always do this time of year. i am the humbuggiest of the humbuggers. and i don't feel that bad about it. i always hate crowds. that's nothing new. i hate commercialism. i think people need a few more years in development before being marketed to earth. christmas just brings more of it all. and it seems so false to me, this manufactured "happy time" where you forget that dad is emotionally frigid and mom drinks to deal with it, and your brother is mixing with the wrong crowd, and your sister steals your money for crack, etc... i'm a firm believer in loving people all the time, not when its culturally mandated. and we all know i am a big softy. so lets not play the "josh is just being angry for the hell of it" card, even though that is a part of it. there's more to it than that.

and there should not be a christmas tree in washington d.c., the seat of our secular federal government. and if there is (there is...) they should have the grapes to call it a christmas tree, not a "holiday tree". duh, what other holiday is associated with a needled tree being relocated and strung with twinkle lights? actually, apparently, "christmas" trees are a bastardization of a pagan ritual rather than a christian one. but facts and history aside, fine, have a christmas tree, CALL it a christmas tree. its probably one of the cheaper things on the budget.

i'm all ranted out now. i'm discussing business with a co-conspiritor, so i'm out of rage-o-hol. there'll be more yet, i'm sure, but i have to accomplish some things. just wanted to keep the blog warm...