It's Hallowe'en... candy

Hallowe'en means many things for many people. For me, the greatest aspect of the day is the candy. I like candy, especially chocolate. And, what's best is that I don't have to get dressed up (never cared for it) in order to get my fill of sweets. I already dress up every day, so I don't it necessary to wear another costume, of sorts, on October 31.

The only bad thing eating the snack-sized samples is that you don't realize you've eaten that many pieces. You wouldn't believe how surprised I was after counting over 50 open wrappers. Maybe I shouldn't be too surprised. In fact, I I'm writing this after eating a Twix candy bar.

Meh. It's Hallowe'en. How many other times will I have the chance to eat this much candy? Beside Christmas, Valentine's Day and Easter, of course.

Nobody around when you need them

There are times when you feel the need to call someone, a friend, to vent about your trials and tribulations. You need to talk to them so badly that your mind begins to spin. You can't see or think clearly; it's as if you're in the midst of a mild stroke. But, what happens when they’re not picking up? You know they’re there since they reply to texts, so what’s the deal?

Recently, I got into a tiff with C and began to reel because I was in the right while C was in the wrong. I didn’t want to deal with it, anymore. No more texting, or anything. I wanted to talk to a friend so he/she could calm me down and listen to my rational ranting.

But, no one was picking up the phone. Not one. After one replied to a text, I called and he said he was busy; too busy for a five minute call. Seriously. I knew he was with his current flame; 'hos before bros. The number of times I've had to listen to his miseries about his current relationship for hours at a time and I couldn’t get five minutes?

It’s moments like these that I realize I have to take care of myself with whatever happens in my life (and that a lot of my friends are incredibly selfish with their time). It’s unfortunate, but that’s the way it is. Not everyone is made with the same sympathies.

You’re there when they need you, but there’s nobody around when you need them.

Stuffed

One reason why I love to go back home is to eat. Yes, my parents are another one, but they're the ones who do the cooking, hence I go home for food.

There are only so many things I can make at my home that I'm not able to enjoy at theirs. I make meals that don't entail combining more than 4 ingredients and take no more than 20 minutes to complete from start to finish. My parents will be slaving over a hot stove for hours (ususally because they can), throwing in everything but the kitchen sink in order to complete a meal.

This is never more obvious than on holidays.

Since it's Thanksgiving weekend, I'll be enjoying their cooking (as well as the cooking of my sister's family) for several days. I'd gladly have them all at my place, but it's not hospitable for that many people (the joys of living downtown). That, and I wouldn't know how to cook for about 10 people; barely know how to cook for two.

There will be lots of F's being flung around (in no particular order): family, fighting, food, and farts. And by the end of it, we'll all be much fuller. This will be the start of my weight gain. Non-stop - almost monthly - holidays until the spring will guarentee a minimum of 10 pounds of weight gain.

By the way, are you going to eat that...?