Thankgiving is supposed tobe a day when folks get together and eat like the capitalist they're born to be. I, however, felt like a Cambodian.Everyone sat there and pigged out on what was a great looking bird, with all the sides. I couldn't chew one drop without feeling cramps in my stomach. SO, I did without. My appetite is coming back, but I stil feel pain. Probably, by the end of the weekend it should be over. If you have any leftovers, please feel free to stop them by the house. Thanks.
Thanksgiving is almost a few hours aqay, and I may not be abler to celebrate this year. It seems after having emergency surgury on my arm to rid a blod clot, something else has popped up. I now have what I think os a stomach virus that has me down. I can't seem to kep anything down with out me getting sick, and having this the day before Tanksgiving is the WORST PUNISHMENT an Amercian could ever have. So, I'm now going to lay down for a moment and not get sick just so I can try and get some cranberry sauce tomorrow. Pray I get some white meat, please.
I've got a little thing on the Pop Shop about Micheal Jackson. Hey, if it gets me on Google, then I'm made. This way, my fame will give me an excuse of why I don't post so much these days. I will say that Mike is head over heels in deep with this thing and it saddens me that this is what happens to a man who has it all. Maybe I should forget about wanting to be on Google after this.
Whether the man is guilty or not is to be seen in the next few weeks and it's not of us as the public to judge. Hopefully, this isn't a witchhunt, or as his brother Jermaine has said, " A lynching". It's up to the Santa Barbara Police to investigate this compleatly and honestly. We shall see. Until then, watch this and remember how good the guy was.
It's been a wild week. My car has been down for a bit after the clutch died from leaving my freinds Bob and Lynn's wedding on HALLOWEEN. Don't ask. I'm just happy that they're together. THe Big Show has been well recieved and I hope I can hold it over for awhile. It's even gotten a mention in our local weekly, Connect Savannah. But the biggest news is I have a cat. A kitten to be precice.
A few weeks ago, I got a phone call from the previously mentioned Bob. He and Lynn's cat (one of too damn many) had just given birth and needed room. His first full sentence to me after "Hi, Sam" was "Hey, I got a cat for you. His name is Whoozitz. Now, he has always known that I've always wanted a dog, and that I would always call him Whoozitz. Well, the mook beat me to it and made him a kitten. He brought him to me a few days later and the cat has been...well, interesting. As of now, he's twelve weeks old and full of energy. He's also full of claws and teeth, as my arms and fingers can show. The roomate has been cool with him and my landmonkey has no choice in the matter, as long as he doesn't eat the furniture. So, I finally have a pet. I just wish I had more bandages and cat nip to keep the old boy calm.