Hope you enjoyed Thanksgiving. Mine was... well I can't complain, but I have nothing to brag about. I spent it alone eating pizza that I made. You know, the frozen kind that you buy from the store. Anyway, it was a failed experiment that I don't feel like repeating again. Ever.
So, why Thanksgiving alone? Was it my choice or a punishment (not really) for doing something bad? WTF, man, am I 4 years old and being put in time-out, isolated from everyone else? No, this was a choice. This was my choice, and despite the fact that my day wasn't shall we say "all that!" I can live with this choice. I chose to separate myself from people and not celebrate what I consider a mediocre holiday. I find that people are really not thankful for what they should be. Plus, should we really celebrate that white people were assholes beyond belief to Native Americans leading them to take they land, place them in this things they call "reservations" and making Native American casino owners seem like greedy assholes in movies and TV shows? Yeah, I thought so. (Also, if you can understand the sentence before this last one during your first reading of it, mad props to you!!!)
So yes, my Thanksgiving consisted of washing dishes, doing laundry, folding laundry, watching Seinfeld (a true 90's classic), and eating terrible pizza that I would prefer to stab myself in an arm with a fork before eating again. (Seriously, that shit was bad.) Plus, I went to work. Not the day of, but the day before and after. Yes, nothing to brag about. (God, my life sucks.)
Oh, where was I? Yes. On Saturday, someone named Dee informed me that Miguel had talked to her the night before. Miguel being that father to both of us. Miguel who lives with me. Miguel who invited me to road trip it with him for Thanksgiving and then invited his skanky ass ho of a girlfriend along. Miguel who had previously informed Dee of this trip (think weeks before) and invited me the week of and told her he would invite me because I could (and most likely would) help pay for things... like gas and gas station junk food. Yes, that Miguel.
Anyways, their conversation included him asking Dee how she was, how her daughter, my boo boo was, and how I was. Yes, my welfare came third on this list. I AM NUMBER 3. I'm not even gonna mention the fact that he didn't call me once while he was away because that's a topic for another post. But what the hell man? I'm number 3? Yes, I understand that my niece is important and that she might be the next coming of Jesus H. Christ but now I'm number 3? I'm one of his two daughters... wait, don't get me started on that because that's a topic for another post. But I'm one of two candidates able to give him kidneys, or other organs... if his life depends on it. I bought him Jello after his dental surgery, I wash his dishes, I listen to him complain about my shitty cooking and I'm fucking number 3?
Fuck that shit.
He can get his organs from Dee.
Sad Song by Au Revoir Simone