Happy Day Are Yours And Mine
Right, cold rainy days. A sick drunk laid on. Everything is dying or dead. I know why this is going on and my normal chipper attitude is in the shitter. This time, though, I have someone to get me through it, sober and without drama. That's a big change from the normal way I get through this month.
Now, about the drama. I usually have no drama to speak of, though I have great drama potential. I mean, if you look at the sheer richness and amount of drama ore that I can extract, concentrate, and smelt into a nice, big, October related meltdown, then this will make sense.
It is (fucking) October. Some of you have been around long enough to know why I won't be back until November.
8 comments:
See you then.
Only thing I can think of is Octoberfest. If that is the case, then knock yourself out...see you in November.
Ah yes. I remember your un-fondness for October.
Because our seasons are reversed, our equivalent is probably April I guess, which paradoxically, I quite like. You should just come here every year.
I do recall. I'll still be here. In fact, I'll also still be on my cell. For sheer manly value, you can just leave a message and call me buttface. That's cool.
Oh, I'm with Anaglyph. October down under sounds splendid.
Yeesh, I just read the archives. I recommend finding a canyon with water and not coming out until month's end.
Wow. You really hate this month. I hate all 12 equally.
I agree with Claven.
It's Halloween - I'm expecting ingots from the crucible tomorrow. Unless you're trickin' ...
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