an ode to this, but not that.

in case you have not heard, the simpsons has been signed for another three years.

i think that is pretty unnecessary.
the fact that they don't resemble actual people is really what bothers me the most.

anyways, November always seems to be the month that goes by really fast, like before you know it, you're suffering from a thanksgiving hangover and KAB00M...

you're faced with the holly jolly bullshit that is December.

and if you say you truly don't like any of it, any of that Christmas cheer, you're lying. you know why?

because that time of year resuercts something buried deep within us we thought we had lost. that dream that on one god damn day, anything could happen. any fucking dream could come true.

and that feeling, all the excitement, and antispation, not the day itself is what I love. it makes you feel alive.

so god damn alive, that you can't believe it all amounts to nothing.

nothing.