XMass

Best.
Christmas.
Ever.

Like, no. You don't understand.
Burger King
Gorillaz album
Stuff and things

Maybe this is really what Christmas is. Fuck the presents. Christmas is good luck. Christmas is winning.
No. Christmas is a good excuse to play on your favourite team. Winning is just the result of that.

Death Of A Party

So I went to a party. I was welcome there. People there liked me. It was a good time I guess.

But I was not wanted. I mean, like I said, I was liked. People were glad that I was there. People were glad that I used my big voice and lead Get Low. I made friends. I made up with Lucas who I had stolen a girl from. I made friends with Taran who seems to be a bit of a hipster (versus me being art-rock indie) in a good way.

But I did not feel at all wanted. Nobody there wanted me. I was not the object of desire. And that made me think. I'm not wanted and therefore didn't have as much fun as I would have if I had been. If I have more fun where I am desired, shouldn't I try to go places where I am desired or try to be desired at the places where I go?

But then, where am I wanted? I can't think of anywhere. I'm not even sure I can think of anyone. Maybe one, but that is a big maybe.