There are three types of people on November first.
1) Those who are suffocated by 6 yards of twinkle lights, getting off to fruit cake and mistletoe. (If you are personally offended by this image the solution is simple: Chill. You scare me.)
2) Those who wait for Thanksgiving, relishing in the comfort of normalized colonialism BEFORE the capitalistic surge. (Someone figure out how much Tryptophan will make me sleep through all the holidays.)
3) Those who don’t care about either holiday and want and excuse to get drunk and swap spit. Happy New Year, bleep bloorp vomitalloveryourdress. (If New Years Eve is your favorite holiday, you are clearly grappling with some personal issues. Yikes.)
Here’s music for all you sickos.