cherry flavored antacids

Can I get a Hannulejuah that the holidaze are (almost) over....I mean at least the friggin' GIMME GIMME GIMME portion is over, but the champagne soaked debauchery is still to come..yay... Overall it wasn't that bad this year. I asked for something and actually got it! My little brother Gary got me the Nirvana box set and it's actually really good. My favorite songs on there have to be the unreleased gems of misery Anorexorcist, I Hate Myself and I Want to Die, and a demo of Dive. The DVD is really good too - best part is the 1991-era band trolling around the South Street Seaport and Wall Street area with these creepy clear plastic masks on stuffing hot dogs in their faces. Let's see N.E.R.D think up shit like that.

The strange thing about going home if that you don't realize you yourself are getting older until you see your family members getting older. In my mind, my sister Michelle will never be more than 17, and to hear her talking about getting married and having a kid was freaking me out. To have my little brother buy me a $60 CD box set with money he actually earned is weird. They made fun of my bald spot. It's OK I shaved my head. Anyways I was pretty much wigging out until I came back into the filthy Penn Station and breathed a deep breath of youth and smog that keeps me happy and crazy in New York. After 3 days of homecooked goodness and lovin' I needed some cherry flavored antacids - I got a pretzel at Auntie Mame's instead and cabbed it home.

Thanks to all my great pals and palettes that lavished me with wishes and kvetches for the season. We can't get younger but we can always be more fabulous.