mykel

I'm all obsessed with West Indian Girl right now.
I'm drinking tea that smells like candy canes and tastes like Christmas.
By the way, does Thanksgiving even exist anymore? I mean, to anyone other than the turkey farmers. Poor turkeys. I mean, they're ugly as sin, but they deserve to live and all.
The whole retail industry goes from Halloween straight to Christmas now, it seems.
Myself, I'm not getting wrapped up in it. And I mean it this time. Partially because I'm too damn poor, and partially because it's all so sickening.
Also, does anybody remember when the streets would be deserted on Christmas? Does this happen anywhere anymore?
Sometimes memories make me physically ill. Does that happen to anyone else? Not like bad memories or anything. Just memories. Sometimes thinking back on anything at all makes me kind of nauseous, but only when I'm in a certain mood. It's kind of hard to explain.