sometimes when i have trouble sleeping i find myself lying in bed wondering what it would be like to feed from the teat of the damned. it is still a question that i still do not have an answer for, but i do know what it is like to eat thanksgiving dinner with a bunch of straight up ukranians (and despite my name i dont hail from ukraine), for that is what i spent my thanksgiving 2k5 doin.
i live in a ramshackle cinder block apartment complex seconds walking distance from la's famous meat packing district. to say the least, it is a less than desirable place to live, but despite this my
experience living here has been pretty alright. the main reason for this are my 13 house mates, all of who are ukranian hot dog salesmen. although we live in 2 cramped rooms we get along well, and they invited me to celebrate thanksgiving with them their way this year. what is their way you may ask? well apparently it consist of drinking lots of peach schnapps, manhattans and mojitos; eatin a shit loada tacos, snuggling, and traditional gaelic singing and dancing (of which they no nothing, so they just make it up as they go). the magical night was capped off by a series of fist fights and goat and lama riding. as you'd expect this all turned out to be quite wonderful.
but yeah with thanksgiving 2k7 drawing to a close, i thought it only appropriate that it be written of in the record books. the sexual record books.
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