Thanksgiving is the best ever!

This Thursday is THANKSGIVING, my hands-down fav holiday. By far. Pretty much all holidays centered around food and eating are totally boss. 

Thanksgiving, as it turns out, is also a time to be thankful.  A time to reflect on all the things in our lives we have to be thankful for.  And since I'm going to be totally ignoring y'all while I get my fat on this T-giving, I'm going to give you an early Thanksgiving post of all the things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):


- cars, or rather motor vehicles in general, cause I'm one lazy m-effer
- double-tall-mocha's from Starbucks, my fuel
- people who offer to buy individual cigarettes from me
- my dog
- barack obama (sort-of)
- my iPhone, except when i try to use it as an actual phone
- men
- the paraplegic street karaoke performer outside my office, the blind man that pees every tuesday at 3pm on 12th street, and the Shitter, who, well, shits in the sewer grate at 12th and chestnut.  In the middle of the day. In front of everyone. And has absolutely no problem producing
- Dunkin Donuts
- what few Wawa's are left in Center City
- Levi Johnston
- Otis Redding
- television
- INTERVENTION (yes it deserves its own category!)
- my friends :-)
- my family :-))
- a sunny disposition
- Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow


And much, much more.

Sometimes you're Janice, sometimes you're the fat kid....

Not a great weekend.  Don't feel like writing a full post.  So, instead, enjoy this:


Sometimes you're Janice, sometimes you're the fat kid.

Things That Make Us Happy Fridays

So I realize it's been quite a while since I blogged, but shit's been goin' down at work and I've been UBER-busy. I've been talking-to/hanging-out/courting the Lizard for a few weeks now, and like most all things in my life, I have absolutely no idea how things are going. When I know, I'll let you know.

Anyway, to ease back in to regular blogging, we're introducing another weekly segment called "Things That Make Us Happy Fridays" where we will expound on the small things in life that make us smile.

For this week's installment, one thing that makes me happy is when a fellow smoker will offer some random amount of change to "buy" a cigarette from me.

Yep, that's right loyal reader, I'm a smoker. I've been sucking down the cancer sticks since 11th grade, when I became convinced that it'd make me cool. And boy did it not make me cool. I mean, what can be cooler than smelling like decaying flesh and wheezing your way up just a single flight of stairs. Not much, that's what!

But like the saying goes, I am what I am. At least right now. I've tried to quit a few times (even made it FOUR MONTHS once), but always came crawling back to my precious stogies like a battered wife to her pot-bellied, angry hubby, always promising, "this time, things will be different."

And of course, they never are. Anyway, I digress. Accepting the terrible fact that I am a habitual cigarette smoker, I do enjoy it when standing outside my office building taking one of my 5 smoke breaks throughout the day when the not-so-occasional ciggie-mooch comes up and out of pure capitalist rationale asks to "buy" a cigarette from me.

Let me be clear: there have been many a time when I have needed a cig only to be devoid of a pack on hand and simply asked the closest smoker around to "bum" one. I have NEVER offered to "buy" one, let alone give anything more than a simple "thank you" in exchange for my shortened lifespan. But I loooove it when people ask to buy one from me. OF COURSE, I always refuse and just give it to them for free, like any good member of the smoking brotherhood should do, it's really just the thought that counts.

Just like Christmas.