Remoy Philip

writer. creator. producer.

Greetings from...

so it's 3 am here in the North East, and I'm about to use some bad verbiage in this post, so I do apologize...

But let me tell you one thing; Christmas in New York is just retarded. It makes no sense. I don't understand why I get to be here. It's just dumb. We were walking in Rockefeller Center, and we stumbled upon this christmas light show that was in tune with "Carol of the Bells." It was so sweet. Just stuff like that is constantly enveloping this city. And as it gets closer and closer to the big day (Christmas, that is), man, it just gets better and better.

Man, it's weird being away from home. This is my first Turkey day away. Man, I'm far away. It's so weird. I want to just thank Lydia, Lena, and Corley for making it quite an enjoyable, estrogin-filled, amazing Thanksgiving. But I don't know how to feal being so far away from everything I used to know. I miss the faces, the love, and the joy of family and friends. Man, I miss that. It really does hurt...

But on to other news. My first turkey is going to be done tomorrow. I think it's the main reason why I can't sleep. I'm so amped to cook that bad boy. I mean, it's already lookin' pretty dope in it's pre-cook stage. I want that thing done.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
-William Blake

Be Relentless,