i'm a real mover

you know, sometimes people aren't even aware that they're perpetuating the very stereotypes that they to vehemently state they don't want to be pigeonholed into.

i'm not going any further than that with that particular train of thought, because i know that i will get my ass kicked. and, having gone to kickboxing today, i've already gotten my ass-whoopin' out of my system, so i don't think i'm really in the mood to defend myself.

what am i in the mood for...that is certainly an excellent question. my good umbrella, that's one. but i think that's been cast out into the random pile of detritus upon the landing, never to be seen again. i'm in the mood for a really sweet hot chocolate, like the boys at pret know i like it. i'm in the mood for some gossip. i'm in the mood for a big, cozy sweater. vegetable dumplings. a nice glass of wine. some answers. some sunshine. a paycheck. a nap. thanksgiving.

oh, i am looking forward to thanksgiving.

i've spent the last five thanksgivings partaking in the refugee celebrations, and now that i've done that, i can't imagine ever going back. the thought of spending it with the family makes me blanch. from what i remember, and what other big gathering/feasting holidays in which we partake i can cite, i am never in the spirit of thanksgiving when i'm home. i'm hoping that my mother doesn't lose her mind, or that i'm not left to watch over the younger children, that i won't be asked to justify my existence by my super-republican uncle, any of that. i'm hoping that the day ends without anyone having a major breakdown and with me escaping at my earliest convenience to go have the cigarette i've been so desperately craving the entire day.

having painted that picture, is it any wonder that i prefer the refugee thanksgiving, where i'm with my friends, my tribe, eating, drinking, smoking, cursing, flirting...being myself with wild abandon, acutely aware of how thankful i am to have these people in my life, to be here right now, to have made it this far.

that's what it's all about, isn't it? you celebrate life with your family. only i prefer to keep away from the biological one at this time of year.