Thanksgiving.

I was talking with a good friend of mine about what we’re doing for thanksgiving, and she told me she found a slip of paper inside a book she bought  from an old lady at a bazaar where she wrote that everybody should have at least 10 things to be thankful for every thanksgiving, listing hers. Besides how heart-wrenchingly adorable this is, it provides an excellent paradigm shift. People should stop to think about happy stuff more often, even if they’re not real. Oh and by the way, for thanksgiving, I went on a walk with dad till 3 am in the morning. Despite the fact that now almost a mile away people thought we were drunk and I was his girlfriend, nobody manages to laugh that hard and talk non-stop for three hours over a can of birrell and a sandwich of ta3meya except dad and I. :) I had the Birrell, he had the ta3meya, nuff said.

Here goes..

• My Dad. A couple of days ago, 5 am, neither of us could sleep and were just splayed there on the couch with the lights off watching some gory movie where a dude rushed into a room and kept punching someone’s face off saying “AND I LOVED YOU THE MOOOST!” then dad says, out of the blue, “..Remind me to kill you”.

• My Mug of Coffee that’s always there when I need it.

• People who stay alive.

• People who stay.

• Time.

• Derelict Pianos in old school buildings.

• My cathartic Jogging route.

• That Danny Elfmann, Dreaming, Coldplay, Maths and Rubik’s Cubes exist, in the same world that I do.

• Cussing. :)

• Selective memory.

Oh, and as a good friend suggested:

• “You could add annoying the fuck out of people with stupid music on my blog”.