I love when people are like, you just need to give yourself some grace.

Out of all the problems that I've had in my life, never once has not giving myself enough grace charted.

Like it's never made the list, even a little bit, even at all.

If anything, the polar antonym might be true.

If anything, I might be hoarding grace in bulk.

If anything, I might be causing accidentally,

of course, a worldwide grace shortage, a grace deficit, if you will. Again, completely unintentionally,

it's just kind of what happens. And I choose to view this as a good thing. Because if I view it

from any other sort of, you know, realistic viewpoint, it could be kind of construed as a negative.

And that's not something I have to give myself grace in that sense as well and say, no, it's kind of like meta when you think about the giving myself grace of it all.

I have maxed out my grace card.

If anyone needs any, I will be selling it, of course,

for a little bit of a profit because I'm nothing, if not a business woman. So what am I saying?

They are sending shockwaves over the airwaves.

They are rude and abusive, but want you to listen to them.

I'm sorry, who are you?

I was asking myself that same question, and I did not like the answer.

He's just a silly little guy.

He's like your next-door neighbor who, like, has an above-ground pool

and drinks cheap beer and, like, tells fart jokes.

And he, like, drives around in a used car and, like, goes to the rodeo.

This is ludicrous.

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