amazing on more than one level (and not in a good way – raw and uncut, part ii)

so, it’s three days before christmas, i’m running on minimal sleep to be upright, and this bit will post ten days before st. patrick’s day…

…brilliant.

i’m gonna post it unedited. at least, that’s my plan. after sleeping in brief shifts (combination of torrential rain, rodents, felines, and nervous pitbulls) i worked a short day between four of our five shops (woulda been five for five but la tina cancelled drinks) and than due to lack of sleep, booze cravings, and general laziness i came home, ate a lean cuisine meal, and drank several dirty girl scout shots (mixture of 100 proof rumple and “adult chocolate milk”) and am now bouncing between a movie (“fast food nation”) and doing this bit and texting a hot blond from sean patrick’s and a hot asian from trudy’s…

…see – going to bars alone can get you places. not that i’ve gotten anywhere with either of these lovely ladies, but never mind that now. let the fanasty roll in my drunken brain for a minute or few, okay? fuck it – at least they’re not married…

…moving on.

so this is Christmas, and what have you done? a line from one of the few seasonal songs i can stomach – band aid’s charity track, which unbeknownst to most of america started the run that gave us “live aid” and “usa for africa” and other countless musical abominations of the 1980’s that i can’t stand…but the original inspiration i crank up (from the original 12″) at least once a season. truth. it’s not in the itunes yet, but i need to change that. forgive my babbling, but budnik’s tearing the door up, so i must let him out…

…there, that ‘s better. he passed on going out. while earlier it was seventy, and i was rolling around with the top down on the beemer, it’s now pretty chilly and threating rain. fuck it – as long as it’s not dripping on my face like last night (truth) and i get a good night’s sleep (i.e. stay home and pass on a night out with the girl young enough to be my kid and her friends, and multiple texts i’ve sent tonight point the former out in no uncertain terms) i should pull off a decent Xmas for all i have to cover such shit for (a quick side note – while i did use the term “Xmas” instead of “Christmas” through most of this bit, at least i DID capitalize the “X” which stands for “Christ” and as the only reader i know is offended by this is NOT offended by fucking a guy other than her husband, well, fuck it…) i figure all’s well that ends well – or something like that.

(said asian girl and i are IM’ing on the facebook through this whole process i should add…which is nice, as it alleviates the boredom of writing by myself)

i must admit – the fact that i’m writing a bit that’ll be read in the first week and some change of march days before Xmas impresses me – and not like i’m skipping forward – all of january and february are written at this point, as it all the march bits before this one…hell, even some of the ones after. not too shabby.

know what started all this shit? new orleans for halloween.

i was way upset i wrote bits that couldn’t post. “fuck all this”, i said, “i’ll get stuff rockin’ as much in advance as i can…”.

spoil some of the magic – this bit was written on december 22nd, 2011 – days before the last Xmas we get, according to the mayan folk – who didn’t know who the “X” in “Xmas” stood for. but never mind that now.

so, i think this will be run un-edited. let’s see what was going through my drunken, sleep-deprived brain days before another abandoned Xmas. could be interesting. could make me more single – which might not be a bad thing…

(one bit of sober wisdom here – as this was being written unbeknownst to me, less than a quarter mile away, my “relationship” (in quotes for a damn good reason) was crashing and burning and would lead to the most painful, and poorly handled break-up of my romantic career – frighteningly prophetic given the last line, huh?)