A Charlie Brown Christmas

I just realized it is now appropriate for me to listen to A Charlie Brown Christmas on repeat for the next three weeks!!


I’m feeling festive as fuck, y’all. Probably because I’m feeling homesick, which started earlier today but truly culminated when I got on the train this evening and the floor was as sticky as the floor of that Hell’s Kitchen gay bar that shows hardcore porn on the monitors.

We didn’t even have Christmas when I was a kid – we added it to the holiday repertory when our step-family entered the picture, but that wasn’t until the end of my elementary school career. It was too late to recover from years of solitary popsicle stick Jewish Stars, surrounded by smugly cheerful Christmas Trees on the walls of my elementary school classrooms. Luckily I didn’t give a fuck, because unlike these dumb-dumbs, I knew the whole Santa Claus thing was bullshit.

Still, I can’t help but feel hella warm and fuzzy inside when I listen to this music. It makes the prospect of four months of slipping and sliding all over garbage-strewn ice much more palatable to my delicate constitution.


Boring Monday

The Jews are wildin’ out this evening. I Googled “Is it sukkot” to figure out when exactly sukkot ends, and apparently there’s a children’s book called Is It Sukkot Yet and I’m like, wow, Jews really do dig Sukkot. But actually it’s Simchat Torah, which is when you unroll the whole torah and everybody holds it in a circle, and then you dance with it. Come to think of it, that all sounds pretty culty. Oh well, no childhood is complete without some culty behavior.

Speaking of traditions, the cobbler where I picked up my shoes today is also a watch repair shop that buys gold, copies keys and pierces ears! I’m feeling classy as shit with my dry cleaned coat and my shoes that are nice enough to get fixed at a cobbler that also pierces ears.

Ugh, I’m too tired to write anything else. I think I might be having some drowsiness from the Lexapro, but also I’ve been feeling more alert during the day. Having written it out just now, kind of seems like that’s how you’re supposed to feel if you’re a human being and whatnot.

I’m catsitting this basketcase:

I’m going to fuck shit up

Have y’all seen Moonlight yet?