Good song...

"Grown Up Christmas List"



Do you remember me?

I sat upon your knee

I wrote to you with childhood fantasies

Well I'm all grown up now

Can you still help somehow?

I'm not a child but my heart still can dream



So here's my lifeful wish

My grown up Christmas List

Not for myself

But for a world in need



No more lives torn apart

That wars will never start

And time will heal our hearts

Every man will have a friend

That right will always win

And love will never end

This is my grown up Christmas List



May kindness rules our lives

Not just the strong survive

Sweet tears for all the thousand years on mind

This is the world I pray

We will all share some way

Help me begin by reaching out my hand



No more lives torn apart

That wars will never start

And time will heal our hearts

Every man will have a friend

That right will always win

And love will never end

This is my grown up Christmas List



Why does this illusion call the innocence of you?

Maybe when the time believe we can find the truth

No...



No more lives torn apart

That wars will never start

And time will heal our hearts

Every man will have a friend

That right will always win

And love will never end

This is my grown up Christmas List



This is the prayer that I will keep

This is my grown up Christmas list

Christmas list

Farking Cold!

It's supposed to be a high of 14 degrees with a low 9.  Right now it's 12 and that effing cold.  That's cold that cuts right through a regular coat.  Stylish glove? Ice boxes! Slacks? Might as well be naked.  This weather demands  in-your-face-boy-your-ass-looks-huge parka, heavy scarf and big ass dexterity reducing man-mittens.  None of which I have.  So I will be chattering like rabbid squirrel with tourettes all the way to work while ham-handing the steering wheel with numb, shivering flesh clubs.

This cold that when the actual air that you breath hits your nasal membranes, your body actually goes "holy cow, my skin is freezing" and then begins to run just to keep the surface warm.  This of course freezes to your mustache along with the condensation from your breath. 

By the time I arrive at work I'll barely be conscious, frozen and frosted in the not-so-attractive way. 

Tomorrow will be just as cold.  So why don't we hibernate anymore?  I easily have a season of fat to burn...

Farking Cold!

It's supposed to be a high of 14 degrees with a low 9.  Right now it's 12 and that effing cold.  That's cold that cuts right through a regular coat.  Stylish glove? Ice boxes! Slacks? Might as well be naked.  This weather demands  in-your-face-boy-your-ass-looks-huge parka, heavy scarf and big ass dexterity reducing man-mittens.  None of which I have.  So I will be chattering like rabbid squirrel with tourettes all the way to work while ham-handing the steering wheel with numb, shivering flesh clubs.

This cold that when the actual air that you breath hits your nasal membranes, your body actually goes "holy cow, my skin is freezing" and then begins to run just to keep the surface warm.  This of course freezes to your mustache along with the condensation from your breath. 

By the time I arrive at work I'll barely be conscious, frozen and frosted in the not-so-attractive way. 

Tomorrow will be just as cold.  So why don't we hibernate anymore?  I easily have a season of fat to burn...

Thoughts on Las Vegas

Everything you *want* in Vegas is $50 more than you have in your pocket.  I'm sure this theorum is true up to a few million dollars.  While it is full of every entertainment imaginable, it is also a stark reminder of all that you don't have and probably won't ever be able to afford.  Such a strange paradox of the ultimate indulgence and ultimate despair.  It was odd.

I was much to busy to really take it all in.  Although, I did make it to one show and did manage to lose $60.  Here's another theorum, "All money won in Vegas stays in Vegas."  The idea that you "won" over the Casino is hillarious.  While you may walk away from the Blackjack table with a cool $1000 in winnings and feel like quite the gambler, you will quickly blow your winnings on the surrounding luxury.  I mean... why not? it was free, right?  Don't forget the first rule.  You will easily find the perfect gift for $1050 in a shop not 50 feet from the gambling floor.  I guarantee it.

One "luxury" that annoys me to no end is the "expensive normal item".  This is an item that you routinely buy at the normal price, but in affluent areas it costs 4 times as much.  I'm not talking about speciality water imported from france costing 4 times more than Aquafina... I'm talking Aquafina costing 4 times as much.  A normal water bottle I can get for $1 in KC cost $8 in Vegas--must be the shipping.  Cigars that I buy routinely for $4 were $20.  Same exact brand and item--4 to 8 times as much.  I'm sorry rich folks... but that is just stupid and it's one of the reasons the world hates Americans.  It basically says "I got so much money I can piss it away for no good reason while the rest of you slobs suffer in poverity--oh I could spend less on the same things and give more to help others... but crap that's boring."  You want to charge me $8 dollars for water that as been run over the thighs of naked virgins... hell yeah, I'll pay.  But don't charge 8 times as much for normal stuff.  If I'm paying for luxury, I want luxury damn it.

You could see the effect of endless unfulfilled desire on every casino employee.  They all looked tired.  Even the beautiful ones.  You could see that the endless confrontation with how much they could never do was sapping the strength from them.  While I used to think living in Las Vegas would be great, I'm now not so sure.  The weird thing is, I know I could probably be fairly successful in the environment.  But oddly, I don't think I would want to pay the price for it.