La Saison du Soleil

I wish I had something really interesting to say about Christmas. Well, we did get mugged yesterday, so that's what I'm gonna start off with.

Most women know that you should park in the part of town where whores and drug addicts hang out. My friends don't, so there we are at 2am walking besides prostitutes, only to have someone snatch my friends purse and run away. I'm not gonna go into to much details, but I did spend some horrifying moments waiting for them in the car, parked in a God forsaken street in the middle of nowhere, because she actually wanted to get her purse back and thought it would be a good idea to cruise along the illegal immigrants in a police car looking for a pink purse. Sigh. I'm just happy I got out of there alive, and I'm definitely not carpooling again if that means I'll have to go to a car parked in the middle of a crimezone. The voice of the black girl yelling to us "Don't go this way it's dangerous" will be haunting me for a while.

I also made an important decision this Christmas: I will fight my constant naderism (is that the word for consuming mania? well, you get the picture). Since I finished high school, my desire for "things" grew dramatically. More and more and more. When I was younger it used to be games, now it turned into plain everything. When I was working I could feed my desire for useless stuff and ever since I quit I just ended up waiting and wanting. And so I'm putting an end to this - at least I'm gonna try to - and I will try hard not to spend and think about money all the time. I believe that to some extent this may make me a happier person too.

Other than that, this year Christmas seems number that ever. A friend said that it may be so because we're getting old and unimpressed, hard to please and amuse. That every year is gonna be worse from now on. Exactly what I needed to hear. That I'm gonna leave the rest of my life as a fake orgasm of a teenage girl.

At least I can still find some emotion in music. I am very thankful for that. So if you feel like nothing can get under skin anymore, lie on the floor, no matter what you are wearing, or how clean this floor is, turn off the lights, press play, and lie on the floor.

Hum along, black sheep.