Woah

Ok...

Nobody has to come here for Thanksgiving. I, as a working adult who does pay for everything he needs in life...nevermind government aide, it's still my pocket...I am not expecting anybody to drop everything and visit me. I understand time constraints, I understand priorities. (Actually, I don'tnunderstand priorities. To me, prioritizing is a waste of time and life. But that's just me.)

If you can make it, please come. That goes for all of you. If you can't, so be it. No big deal, don't feel at all bad. If you feel bad I will visit you and slap you silly for feeling bad on my account. I am a happy pixie fairie, and I only want happiness. BE HAPPY DAMN IT! There. All better.

Reminded me of Simpsons, so excuse me...

Marge: "Well, at least you can take refuge in the fact that you're making so many people happy."

Homer: "Oh, I'm making people happy. I'm the magical man, from Candyland, and I live in a gumdrop house on lollipop lane!"

Oh, and by the way, I was being sarcastic."

Marge: "Well duh."

There, I quoted Simpsons. Be happy. What on Earth was I going on about?

Oh yes, J-cat needs to join the Navy...wait, no.

Seriously, though. Not one person needs to show up at my apartment in November. If it's just me and Jordan eating Turkey-flavored ramen in front of my computer watching Rifftrax, then so be it. I can be happy in the situation. I can be happy in most any situation really.

I'm the magical man, from Candyland. (it's a rainbow. Be happy, damn it.)