I'm down with Festivus

Another Christmas in bachelorhood and scoreboard says:

Holidays-when-you're-single definitely still suck!!

THE GIFTS: My homegirl Heather called me today to say "Sid... have ya gotten any gifts ya wanna tell me about yet?" as my annual bonanza of odd-ball gifts usually give my friends a chuckle. Ah well... at least someone enjoys them. I've long since stopped hoping for the day when most of my family gives me something I could actually use. To be honest, I'd rather not recieve gifts than find room for more shit I'll never use. My mom always said it's the thought that counts...

I think I'm just bitter cuz I don't have a girl or any children to make the gift giving part of Christmas enjoyable. Ironically, I became pretty bland and boring with my choice of gifts when I married - who'd a thunk I'd eventually miss something I wasn't all that into when I had it around.... damn regrets!!!

THE QUESTIONS: So are you dating? So do you have a girlfriend? So are ya seeing anyone? This year I really got bombarded with these questions. And I guess I deserve it - it has been a while. I'm not a complete hermit. I've been on some hideous dates, reconnected with some old friends and even casually dated someone for a few months - but I've yet to meet a woman who's even made me wonder about a future together with her. Maybe '07's my year... let's fuckin' hope so, huh?

THE AGENDA: So the plan is to get through the family obligations and get to my man Adam's still in a good mood to end the day with some drinks and some cherades with some longtime friends. I gotta go finish wrappin'....

Happy Holidays

Making Sense of the Confusion

Oh look at how she listens

She says nothing of what she thinks

She just goes stumbling through her memories

Staring out on to Grey Street

She thinks, "Hey,How did I come to this?

I dream myself a thousand times around the world,

But I can't get out of this place"

There's an emptiness inside her

And she'd do anything to fill it in

But all the colors mix together - to grey

And it breaks her heart

How she wishes it was different

She prays to God most every night

And though she swears it doesn't listen

There's still a hope in her it might

She says, "I pray,

But my prayers fall on deaf ears,

Am I supposed to take it on myself?T

o get out of this place"

There's a loneliness inside her

And she'd do anything to fill it in

And though it's red blood bleeding from her now

It feels like cold blue ice in her heart

When all the colors mix together - to grey

And it breaks her heart

There's a stranger speaks outside her door

Says take what you can from your dreams

Make them as real as anything

It'd take the work out of the courage

But she says, "Please

There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,

I live on the corner of Grey Street

and the end of the world"

There's an emptiness inside her

And she'd do anything to fill it in

And though it's red blood bleeding from her now

It's more like cold blue ice in her heart

She feels like kicking out all the windows

And setting fire to this life

She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright

But all the colors mix together - to grey

And it breaks her heart

It breaks her heart

It breaks her heart

To grey

Grey Steet

Dave Matthews Band