Thursday, November 22. 2007
Hope everyone had a great Turkey Day! This is the second year in a row I haven’t spent it with family. Well, last year my nephew Dan and I went to a friend’s home, but spend it with family, in my home or the home of a family member, it’s a change. There isn’t any family here in San Diego so if I want to see family on Thanksgiving, I’ll have to travel. Never thought of it when I was younger, but family means a lot at this time of year.
It was a struggle to call my friend who had invited me to his place for a late Thanksgiving Dinner, but, with nothing going on here and the prospect of eating a can of really good Hormel Chili (the one with the Tabasco!) — plus having friends and family assume you’re trying to isolate … I like Thanksgiving Dinner so I’ll share it with friends.
Friends are pretty special too. Sometimes, when you’re living so far away from your family, friends are your family.
Back in my drinking days, I spent most holidays alone. Liked it that way; me, a bag of pot, maybe some hashish, a case of Andeker and a quart of Jack Daniels and I was good to go. Friends, I told everyone whether they were listening or not, were transient, not important. Mainly because of such a low sense of self-esteem — and the selfish notions of being set apart from the rest of society and I just didn’t wanna share my stash! Unless you brought something just as good or better than what I had.
Being alone and solitary suits me though, most of the time. I like to write and with someone around providing distractions takes away from my writing time and I often accept it and go along willingly — enthusiastically — and then wonder why I didn’t make a self-imposed deadline.
My membership to Playboy’s Cyber Club expired a week ago and I haven’t renewed. Money’s an issue of course. I could have renewed, but my writing productivity has exploded in the past seven days and I’m liking that more. Or at least as much. More than anything else, I like getting into the Cyber Club forum and chatting with the other members. Made some great friends there — Hi Mel! Hi Witchy! Hi Dani! Roxanne, Lindsay, Nikki, Gilly, Vanessa, Gianna and all the rest in Gianna’s Surf Shack! And the Witch’s ... err ... mammalian protruberance ... I’ll jump back in there again once I get this writing project completed — but nothing feels as nice as a sense of accomplishment.

I do miss all the latest nekkidness though. Nothing compares to seeing someone like Danielle Richardson or Melody Pressley totally nekkid! Well, yeah there is, but neither one of them will acquiesce to my carnal desires. And it’s too bad for them ‘cause I could give both something to laugh about for years! Eh … (sigh) …
Anyway, today isn’t a day to spend alone, so I’ll finish this — make it short! — and head out the door.
My friend Joe was having a dispute with his wife Gloria. Have no idea what the dispute is about exactly, or how it started, but from what Joe has told me will be his survey the next few days, I can make an educated guess. Joe’s survey question for women: “What kind of man do you want your man to be: one who sweet talks you with lies, or one who insults you with the truth.” Good luck with that one, Joe.
So, Happy Thanksgiving to all!
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