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Did you miss me? Ah, holidays are especially painful for a Hermit. I decided to do the right thing this Thanksgiving and visit with my parents. For those of you not familiar, the Hermit comes fromm good stock. Some people come from dysfunction families. Well my family wouldn't be classified as dysfunctional; it's way beyond that. Actually, my parents, siblings and their offspring seem to have a function: Wreaking Fuckin Havoc. Excluding the Hermit, there isn't one member of his family that isn't psychotic, stupid, delusional, sociopathic or an all-around plain fuck. Visit the Bronx zoo's gorilla exhibit and you'll see something similar to my family, except the gorillas carry themselves with more dignity.
It was quite the meal. The image many have of Italian mothers doting over their pampered children as they serve them all kinds of wonderful tasty Italian dishes would not be taken from the Hermit's home. My mom put some dead animal on the table, I asked what it was and I got the same reply I got when I was a kid, "Nona yu fucka busaness, now eata o' I gonna zmack you."
My dad was enjoying his wine and he reminded me several times that wine was the only reason he was there and significantly more important to him than my existence. My warm-hearted brother, though he spent the good part of the year battling cancer and complications from surgery, still mustered the strength to call me a "fuckface" for apparently looking at him the wrong way. Meanwhile my niece was bragging about the various crimes she and her criminal friends committed.
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When did Black Friday become an official event? People have a freakin month to go shopping for that annual reciprocity thing they do, yet retailers have managed to convince hundreds of thousands of drooling imbeciles to start up their short bus and head down to the mall at 4am the night of a major holiday. Wasn't the main benefit of a holiday that you got to sleep? I'm a little disappointed not one of these brain-dead ass clowns got killed on line this year as is often the case. Ya know, when there is a stampede for the doors for something like a Playstation 3 on sale for $15 less than it will be the rest of the year.
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Someone once sang, "love is the only engine of survival" but I must say, I think I disagree with that. As the victim of a brutal and harrowing depression most of my adult life, I find that sometimes when I feel hatred of certain people, I somehow feel a little more positive about other things. The hatred sort of relieves the other symptoms. Isn't it often said that depression is anger turned inwards? So maybe, this makes sense. Maybe it's better to hate others than myself? I would imagine it must feel quite good to truly not give a damn about anything or anyone.
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The Hermit rubbed one out the other day and his cock was HUGE. I don't know how this happened. I must have been quite excited; it looked about 30% bigger than it usual does with an erection. I'm gonna have to check my browser history and check what piece of porn help me to such great lengths.
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I agree with you about black Friday, what the hell is all the rush?
People get a day off and they spend it standing in line all night? Since I work in retail, its always good for a laugh..It's better than watching a WWF match.
Posted by: Greg | January 03, 2011 at 08:54 AM