Fourth Thanksgiving

Tomorrow my parents and I are making up for me skipping thanksgiving by basically cooking all the carb-centered dishes, since those are all really all that matter/don't involve hours of dismembering/basting/tryptophan-induced sleeping. Things I am currently thankful for:
- A bed that does not screech when I get in it, comforters, comfort in general
- Umbilical cord -free internet.
- A sex-sized shower, primary (only) used for its secondary function of leg-shaving accommodation. Also one that doesn't run out of hot water in 4-6 minutes.
- Netflix! Hulu! NBC.COM! Basically, videos being licensed for the country I'm in.
- Margaritas. My parents willingness to make me cocktails.
- Time to read books, write in them, actually enjoy them (maybe after I've recovered from compact western civ trauma, I might go back and read some philosophy)

Things I could really see more of:
- Well-dressed men, additionally with a facial piercing, particularly nose studs.
- Really, well-dressed everyone, including me.
- Paris-style temperatures.
- Publictransportation/art&architecture/fastyetqualityfood etc.

Things I could probably see less of:
- Sports, constantly on our TV.
- Cute viral videos catered to the daytime talkshow watching demographic.
- Mail, on every surface in my parents house, that proves the law of superposition via checking magazine dates.
- Movies censored for language.
(Side rant: I would argue that turning the Penis Game in "500 Days of Summer" into the "Pandas" Game is significantly more offensive - also, I'm sorry, but does artistic license and maintaining the integrity of characters not matter at all? If you're going to be offended by 20/30-somethings talking about blowjobs & "other jobs" shouldn't you be watching a Reese Witherspoon movie? That's not Cruel Intentions?)

In summary: good to be home, wish home was europe.