Loneliest Easter Ever

First off, don't feel bad. Holiday's are a joke and the only one I care about is Christmas, and that's only really because of the free time and free booze. HUM-BUG

That being said I did find it rather odd that I wake up on easter morning hungover, having thrown up on myself the night before with Cole. Throughout my childhood it's been waking up and watching my hurp durps find eggs and then I get a present. Now it's me waking up with a headache with the lingering taste of puke in my mouth. I am all grown up it would seem.

Here's the breakdown: I hate ham - I usually can only stomach so much "family time" before I get driven insane - Halo is better than family - No one bugged me to go to some relatives far away from the caressing warmth of my xbox.

Like I said, don't feel bad.

Now the real question emerges, does this make me a bad person? Or does this just mean I know my limits and have far less of a conscience than others. Most people (holidays are perfect examples) will put up with the family bullshit and even enjoy themselves for a certain amount of time throughout the holidays. But when the magical countdown clock of patience runs out everyones minds always goes back to "I wonder what everyone else is doing and why aren't I having fun at all?" and they start to bleed from their eyes as spines grow from their backs because of the waking of the slumbering demon of bordom.

At least that show it goes for me, and many others I've talked to.

Best part of Easter?

Josh on twitter: Mango and cigarette for easter supper.
Johnny on twitter: Hot pocket and cigarette for supper, happy easter my friend

I laughed and laughed. The best part is I dont really think either of us were too upset about it? At least I wasn't. I enjoy the solitude of living alone, it lets me do whatever I want and not be fighting all of the fucking time like when I live at home. This summer is going to be unpleasant for that.

Other than that I went out with Cole on saturday night. We went to Original Joes for nachos and sat and drank there for a couple of hours. Once outside for a cigarette we met this homeless man who approached us and asked, "would you guys like to see a breakdance demonstration for some change?" I told him I very much would but I only had plastic on my, although I would be happy to give him a fagg if he smoked. He agreed and started the show. It was pretty awesome I must admit. A lot of the basic moves that you'd see a breakdancer do but it was still pretty tight and afterwards he told us not to drink and drive and to stumble home instead because something something something. (it all rhymed i can't remember the whole thing) Definitely the finest beggar I have ever met in Calgary. I hope things go better for that man.