went to christian's tonight, ate some pudding and drank some booze

firefly continued to be good. however there is now only one episode left i haven't seen. possibly ever. that kind of sucks

came back home, it is fucking freezing. on the way over to christian's i was sliding around on the pavement like someone in one of those irritating mario ice levels. on the way back i seemed to be okay, i guess it was the alcohol. for some reason not being afraid of falling meant i didn't slip over. chalk that one down to life-reflecting-bad-metaphors if you will

on the way back i stopped for a bit when i noticed the tarmac i was walking across. the streetlights reflecting all over the frost made it light up like a christmas tree. like walking through a christmas tree...

however much i might want to hate this world it then turns round and shows me something beautiful when i least expect it, and catches me off guard. fuck it but i love this spinning mud ball, i really do