Giving fucking thanks
Nov. 27th, 2009 07:00 pmYesterday was goddamn Thanksgiving. I always fucking forget about it with the whole fucking stardate thing instead of regular calendars. Goddamn fucking 'Fleet messing up a perfectly adequate method of keeping shitting track of the time of year.
Any goddamn way.
Fucking Thanksgiving.
Replicated turkey is bullshit so I don't fucking eat it. But I had a little something left over from the last away mission that I cooked up over a flame in the lab. BBQ. Nothing fucking like it even if it ain't goddamn fucking traditional.
Mama always did make us count our fucking blessings. So I guess this year I'm goddamn thankful for the following shit-sucking items:
Fucking space, man
The parathyroid glands
These shit-kicking boots what got me out of fucking trouble at that one base
The old family place back in Georgia
The amygdala
Pointy ears
The fucking ship learning a new goddamn song because the other one was getting fucking old
Lube
Hot sauce and scrambled eggs
Romulan porn
The fucking surrealists
Post-goddamn-modernism
Edith Quimby, PhD
Franz Stangl
Crepes
Maker's Mark
Jazz from the old-Earth 1920s
I could fucking go on but this kind of sappy bullshit is making me want to puke.
Any goddamn way.
Fucking Thanksgiving.
Replicated turkey is bullshit so I don't fucking eat it. But I had a little something left over from the last away mission that I cooked up over a flame in the lab. BBQ. Nothing fucking like it even if it ain't goddamn fucking traditional.
Mama always did make us count our fucking blessings. So I guess this year I'm goddamn thankful for the following shit-sucking items:
Fucking space, man
The parathyroid glands
These shit-kicking boots what got me out of fucking trouble at that one base
The old family place back in Georgia
The amygdala
Pointy ears
The fucking ship learning a new goddamn song because the other one was getting fucking old
Lube
Hot sauce and scrambled eggs
Romulan porn
The fucking surrealists
Post-goddamn-modernism
Edith Quimby, PhD
Franz Stangl
Crepes
Maker's Mark
Jazz from the old-Earth 1920s
I could fucking go on but this kind of sappy bullshit is making me want to puke.
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Date: 2009-11-28 04:03 am (UTC)But the whole thing isn't really my story to tell. I can ask Spock for permission, though. Or you can ask him himself. I don't think he'll be enthusiastic - he didn't exactly relate it to me on purpose, after all.
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Date: 2009-11-28 04:05 am (UTC)I am glad Spock has a friend like you, however.
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Date: 2009-11-28 04:21 am (UTC)And so is he, given a chance.
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Date: 2009-11-28 04:52 am (UTC)But I think I'll have to pass.
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Date: 2009-11-29 01:06 am (UTC)I think I'm missing something here.
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