Tweetsgiving: What I’m Grateful For
Thursday, November 26th, 2009Usually, I’m not one to write posts titled “What I’m Grateful For.” It reminds me of some boring music award acceptance speech: “thanks to my moms, my fans…and Jesus a.k.a The Big Jeezy.”
Being grateful sure feels crappy, as well. Charities are constantly forcing us, between Nov. 1 – Dec. 31, to feel like shit. The other day, I was at the Staten Island Ferry when the Salvation Army decided to send over a 5-piece brass ensemble (playing grand Christmas songs) to help the chick ringing the bell in front of the donation pail.
But no one donated. Probably partly because the bell ringer had this disgusted expression on her face, like, “we’re entertaining the plebeian masses, who won’t even spare a quarter…H-E-L-L for everyone!”
So when @CTK1 asked if I would do a Tweetsgiving post, I was wary. Am I capable of writing on this topic without sounding too much like an ungrateful asshole?
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Today, I cleaned up a puddle that my sister’s dog left on the kitchen floor (a 5-lb dog, he excretes half his body mass twice a day. Oh, did I mention he is a walking sulfur lab?). He’s sitting on my lap right now. My legs are falling asleep.
But damn if he’s not the cutest thing ever.
And damn, I have legs to fall asleep.
Plus, a kitchen. In a warm, snuggly apartment.
I have a gazillion deadlines: a follow-up article to “He Wants to Wait“…a screenplay that a production company has been waiting a year for…and I have zero word count for NaNoWriMo.
But damn, I actually have people interested in my work.
And a computer with Internet that helps me get my shit done.
Plus a small nook in the corner of the apartment. Virginia Woolf would be relieved.
McSpanky has been working a lot of hours this week. And he made me watch “2012,” which is quite possibly one of the worst Armageddon-themed movies of all time.
But he’s getting doughnuts and eggnog right now. And when he comes back, he’s cooking a Thanksgiving feast.
I actually have the faculties to be assaulted by bad movies (sight, hearing, taste + decency, etc.)
And, he gave me some sweet sweet loving this morning. And by sweet, I mean he held me down and fucked me so hard I begged and pleaded for him to “stop.”
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‘Nuff said. My everyday life = gratitude gratitude gratitude.
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