the zeppelin of burning dreams

Christmas can be overrated. But this season has to at least try and make people happy. So in the spirit of Christmas , I command each and every one of you to follow the Golden Rule of every celebration.

GET DRUNK. On single-malt whiskey. Straight-up.

There's nothing like drunkenness to put off any depression you might still feel even after all the singing, masses, eating and gift-giving are all over. I think God gave us alcohol as a panic release button when all the other modes of merrymaking fail.

Drugs can kill you. At least alcohol can only knock you out. Any causes of death after severe intoxication are merely coincidental.

I mean, who isn't going to be depressed? You have all the electricity bills to pay for, and those're skyrocketing due to the Christmas lights. Gifts for everybody; you don't buy gifts, and you WILL end up feeling a little bit humbug-ish. All that fooood! Ham! Sour cheese! Litson! Fruitcake! Hell, that's enough to keep you well fed for half a month, and all these foodstuffs vanish from a groaning table in the span of a night.

Your wallet is suffering on Christmas.

So if you're going to spend money buying crap anyway this season, buy single-malt whiskey. Or vodka. And finish the bottle. Straight-up.

Whilst listening to "What Child is This?" which could probably be the most depressing holiday song ever created.

Happy Holidays folks. And don't let my funk get in the way of your partying. :D

December Hitlist!

Gigs:
5 strikes, 1 miss

Sick people:
a lot.

Published works:
please, let's not rub it in.

Gold:
zero

Spendings:
300% of my total earnings.


Just an example of how this month was. And that isn't even counting the year, which was decidedly worse. Today, I haven't really slept yet, I'm somewhat sick, I'm poor, and I'm at a netcafe that charges a peso by the minute which in case you aren't familiar with the cost of such frivolities in Manila, is highway robbery pure and simple.

Since my computer has been sans monitor the past few days, she has been in hibernation. I brought the silly little thing back to life last night by plugging her into the 25 something inch Sony Vega tv sitting in our living room. It would've been intense if it weren't for the odd pixel rendering capabilities of the television in which the size of the screen did nothing to clear up the fonts, and that's me using 800 X 600 resolution. The letters were blurred by a white tinge that I'm attributing to pixel resolution properties I have entirely no idea about, being the lovable visualart-inept critter that I am. I lasted two hours connected to the net, gave up, and played Yu-gi-oh on the virtual gameboy instead.

I should be in a bad mood today; the women I'm eyeing are pissed at me (totally my fault), I'm not earning, and I've got two job interviews and a gig in the evening which will sure as hell kill me since I haven't slept yet and oh have I mentioned the slight flu? But then, I feel great. Groggy great, like how it, whatever "it" is, can't get me no matter how many potholes of shit "it" chucks in my face. I've been talking to this fifteen year old girl about a J-rock band, and she says that I'm an optimist. And though I'll deny it to my grave, I probably am.

Haha.