Tonight I ate dinner alone in my windowless room, feeling sorry for myself. This is the wost Thanksgiving, ever I thought. Then I remembered the Thanksgiving dinner that I had in a San Francisco homeless shelter and I realized that I have had significantly worse Thanksgivings than this. I'm thankful that despite everything, I still have the ability to wallow in self pity.
By on November 27, 2008 9:57 PM
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My Thanksgiving was very usual. Except for the part where I snuck a huge chunk of turkey into the bathroom like I was smuggling drugs, and then gobbled it all down in a rush and ate a bunch of mints to disguise the turkey-smell.
I am a vegetarian. Hopefully this story seems less bizarre now.
I hope your next Thanksgiving is in a room with windows and people who don't smell very homeless.
Brandy | November 29, 2008 5:27 AMayah babes, this makes me miss you... thankful for wallowing in self-pity!! the hipsters look the same here in SF, real terrorshow! then i realize i'm wearing the same clothes... ehhh, next time i make a pumpkin pie, it'll be at your place... feb 2008 bwaaahhh
lizzie love | November 29, 2008 2:01 AMI missed you at Tessa's house yesterday. Congratulations on your courageous path to upward mobility ion a most difficult town. Thanks for your astringent writing. Sometimes it reminds me of Paul Theroux's, except the bile is directed at self instead of others.
rachel | November 28, 2008 11:13 PMI hope you can move to a windowed room soon, even if it means room mates!
Here alone but with windows, here to say you're not alone.
A. | November 28, 2008 4:48 AM