Home, Empty House and Nature’s Tinsel
So, I have the house in Roch to myself tonight, none of my friends are home, but I have made a discovery. If you are a crazy person who possesses diverse personality traits and a lot of alcohol, you can turn up the TV and/or your iTunes, and you have a one-person party. It’s like the different traits are doin different shit like different people at a party. Best part, the asshole traits haven’t showed up yet.
Also, love having a dad who’s a computer engineer. Found a bunch o shit that ain’t being used anymore, including lots of old, but still functional computer speakers. 
Also, go outside for a cigarette (hand-rolled cause I’m an elitist like that and I want to minimize the varieties of cancer I’m risking) and I went over by our little pine grove. We had one of those thick winter fogs today, and the needles all had thick coats of frost. I couldn’t take a picture, because I lost my camera this past summer, but let me just tell you:
Tinsel ain’t got shit on genuine frost-covered pine! It’s fuckin beautiful.
Ooh, hey, whiskey.
