Soon I am mountain-bound to enjoy the holidays with my family. Hopefully a little snowboarding will ensue as well. Along with a healthy serving of music and movies.
This Christmas may not be white, as it has been eighty freakin' degrees as of late, but that is ok. A brown and green Christmas can be just as charming. Let us just hope that it is not dirtboarding we partake in, instead of its snow counterpart. I mean, don't get me wrong, cause I like dirt, I like dirt, I like dirt. But with all due respect for dirt, there are better uses for the substance and its frictional properties somewhat limit the velocity and enjoyment of the individuals who slide over its surface. Snow on the other hand is sparkly and quaint...and what's the other word...zesty. And the frictional properties are much more favorable for the eliminition of certain shearing forces that may put an end to horizontal movement along its surface. You know what, I'll just stop talking like a dickwad now and just state that dirt fuckin' sucks to snowboard on, and snow is much better, and that is why they call the boards snowboards. End of story.
I wrapped some presents today, and they actually looked pretty good in my opinion. This is compared to my usual patch jobs that look like I actually put the wrapping paper into my mouth, chewed it into a fine pulp, and then sort of spit it up across the surface of the object like a sort of protective layer of paper-pulp-resin. I was proud of myself.
I will be traversing the river of metal and glass once again, for the hundredth time, and as mundane as it seems, I thought I would just mention it as something to say.
I would write more but I'm tired and the tissue under my eyes itch. Not even sure why, but it sucks. And I wanna go to bed. Good night.
-The Piece
