The Autumn of my Discontent

Fuck.

Its cold outside. Yesterday, I was able to see my breath. This totally blows. Im so not ready for this already. I spent pretty much the whole weekend under a blankie watching movies or TV. Im not looking forward to snow-- its been 4 yrs since i drove in the snow and Im worried that Obie wont like it too much.


However, there are some upsides to the change of seasons: I got to spend a large portion of Sunday watching NFL football... Im a Bills' fan, but I like the Seahawks too so I was quite happy to plonk in front of the TV and watch the game for a good 3-4 hrs.

Hockey is also a few days away (finally!!!). The first Oilers game is this Friday...against the Flames ( which means war between me and Jer) and Im thinking of driving down to sweet E-town to go to the game. However, this now means that Jer will be pre-occupied with hockey on a near constant basis so I wont be seeing him often ( or I will be seeing him...but he wont be paying attention to me). He is also playing a few nights a week and coaching: looks like i will be rekindling my relationship with my vibrator, as he usually isnt in "the mood" after playing.

Finally...the holiday season: I like Christmas although i am generally anti-religious in all senses of the word. I dig eating Turkey, getting drunk at 9 AM and watching my nephews open presents. I have very recently, however, found out that my Christmas prolly wont be that merry this year... something about dating a Jew who wont even tolerate/ take part in my family's celebration. Hmmm. Strange he never mentioned that when i was feeling like a left out outsider when i was celebrating passover with his family...

I just realised, however, the abso-fucking-lutely worst part about the weather: no more flip flops. My feets are turning purple right now. I will likely have to put on socks. I hate socks. Fucking weather.