Just to type...

[Arvestaked]

It is Christmas Eve. I am bored and depressed. There is nothing to do. So I created this thread for myself just so I can type nonsensical randomness.

The wine I am drinking is pretty good. I am hungry. I keep going to the partially set dinner table to grab spanish olives. I alternate between eating the olive in its entirety and sucking out the pepper before eating the olive. I like sucking out the pepper. It makes me feel powerful. I am the olive master. I want buffalo wings. Extra hot. But I had buffalo wings yesterday and the day before. Hot Wings is probably closed anyway. Even though the freeways have been sans traffic and my work week was short, including a half day today, I have been depressed.

Ahh. Dinner is served. I will be back for my next entry in a bit.
I will probably talk about the dinner.

[Arvestaked]

Dinner would have been good if I were happy. I was hungry but I did not eat much. May it is because I had a late lunch. I did not even have all of the dishes. I want to watch 2001: A Space Oddessy but there are to many people. Movies should be watch without any other stimuli. I miss watching Dark City. I only had one glass of wine. That is unusual. I do not feel like eating desert. I wonder if I should dig in to the Belgian chocolates I have? I was saving them for a particular situation but I know that will not happen anymore so I guess I may as well. Ouzo. Yea, that will end the night quickly. I wonder if I can get a cigar now. I doubt it. I like to get cigars and smoke them on Mulholland Drive. I will write more in a bit.

[Arvestaked]

It is raining outside. But it is raining in here too.

I have to pee.

[Arvestaked]

Life is a collection of repetitions and disappointments. Your job should be to prove that statement wrong.

I wish I could take my own advice.

[Arvestaked]

The following statement is true. The previous statement is false.

[Arvestaked]

There is a very young child and a baby here. They annoying me. I want them to stop making noises. I hate the voices of young kids and I hate it when babies make stupid yelling noises. My mother is telling a story of a family friend and her ex-husband and their children and all the problems they have been having very recently. Alcoholism, remarriage, yelling in front of the kids, accusations...

I had written an Armenian lullaby a little while ago. I spent a lot of time playing the melody over and over again on a guitar today.

[omniscient]

I take my vote back, you are the weirdest forumer . It's even worse when you're depressed and sick at the same time with nothing to do and you feel like xxxx. Although there is a party, hmm maybe I should go. Or perhaps I will go to my friends house take vicodin's and eat a feast. Maybe I should go sing a Christmas carol.

[omniscient]

Maybe I shall end my life but perhaps maybe I should wait until after New Years when I come back from Vegas.

[Arvestaked]

Scheiße. They are serving dessert. I do not know what to do. Maybe I will make myself a little Jesus Christ out of left-over food so I can have someone to hug and hold and beat to a pulp and blame for all my problems. Jesus's death never seemed like much of a sacrifice to me. And I guess everyone should be thanking Judas for giving everyone a savior. Something smells. It is a bit flowery. Hmm....

I think I should listen to Kind Crimson. Or watch a movie. But I don't know what to watch.

Scheiße. The babies are going to come up here to sleep. I hate house guests. God damn, it is crying now. I hate that sound. I guess I cannot type all of this anymore. I will wait to tell myself about Christmas Day.

[loseyourname]

Originally posted by Arvestaked Scheiße. They are serving dessert. I do not know what to do. Maybe I will make myself a little Jesus Christ out of left-over food so I can have someone to hug and hold and beat to a pulp and blame for all my problems. Jesus's death never seemed like much of a sacrifice to me. And I guess everyone should be thanking Judas for giving everyone a savior. Something smells. It is a bit flowery. Hmm....

I think I should listen to Kind Crimson. Or watch a movie. But I don't know what to watch.

Scheiße. The babies are going to come up here to sleep. I hate house guests. God damn, it is crying now. I hate that sound. I guess I cannot type all of this anymore. I will wait to tell myself about Christmas Day.

I thought you said you weren't miserable. Well, that was a couple of days ago. I said I'd go out with you, didn't I? But just as with Violette, you must promise to keep your hands off of me.