Gobble Gobble

We're having Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's thisevening.

And I don't like any of them.

Especially the host.

There, I said it. Outloud. I don't like the host. I don't like the host. I don't like the host. And I'm tired of feigning interest in his life. I'm tired of listening to him drone on and on and ON about his work life. About how busy he is. How important he is. Jesus christ, shut the fuck up already.

But off we go. And pretend to enjoy his little stories. Pretend that he's the funniest person on earth. Pretend that he's doing us all a favour by hosting Thanskgiving. Pretend that we're grateful to him for all the work he's put into it. Pretend he's the most generous man we've ever met, for putting dinner on.

Fuck off already.

So I plan on drinking my face off.

To make him interesting.

Urs.