oh hello there.

hi all 3, dare i say 4 (or is that pushing it?) people reading this. if i knew who you were i'd bake you a dozen heavily sprinkled cupcakes (the more sprinkles, the less you can distinct how crappy they truly are), partly cause i'm terrible at social interaction, and the only way to profess my gratitude is through the only thing i can semi-successfully make other than kraft dinner. unless i have a special v.i.p kraft dinner supper for us at my house, heck that'd be kinda cute, other than the inevitable awkward silences and uncomfortable conversation. anyways, i've decided to tell you a secret. i hate thanksgiving. (insert many gasps due to the monunmental shockingness of a holiday you're supposed to love by law) it's not just the slightly dry and gravyless turkey which i happen to despise, nor the fact that the only fun thing is tying up my little cousins with rope and dragging them around. (which is actually quite fun i suppose) it's the fact that they made this holiday to basically get more money off of people but disguise it in the good name of being thankful. insted of just being happy with what we have, we have to make an entire holiday out of it and have this pressure to put on huge feasts and force a bunch of people into a room, all while forgetting that this should be a day of rest just to enjoy and appreciate what we have. oh, i don't know. maybe this is all deriving from the fact that my thanksgiving was more than lackluster. i'm always tremendously thankful for everything i have and recieve, but when all day all you hear is "be thankful, be thankful, be thankful" i feel more guilty for what i have than anything. k, that was a bit of a ramblefest. so in the spirit of being thankful, i'm oh so dearly thankful for the 4, erm 3?...2? of you reading this. you da best there eva wuz.