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Hello everyone, how the fuck are you? I am in the worst mood of all time.

You know what is really just soul crushing is that I am on my third menstrual cycle of quarantine.

Three, one, two, three, as the great Britney Spears once said, fucking stab me.

I feel like the entire country is kind of in the mode where we are just restless.

We are irritated. We're irritable, cabin fever and ready to get the fuck out. Now obviously we all

have to still be safe and keep our distance and adapt our new normal, but this shit is tiring.

And I would once again like to just give the utmost respect and gratitude to the healthcare workers.

Can you imagine these people who are putting their lives on the line to save people like just

fucking elbows deep in COVID-19 and they come home and see us dumb fucks at home doing TikToks.

Like they must want to hit us with their fucking car and they probably should.

Can you imagine the future generations are future children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren?

They're going to read about all the shit that's gone down in the world.

And I hope that these textbooks don't include the mass majority of the country staying in and

learning, you know, doja cat choreography for fuck's sake. But you know anything to bring a smile

amidst a global pandemic. I'm not shitting on it. I'm just saying the irony is not lost on me.

And I hope it's not lost on you either. Let's talk some shit. I have been in the worst mood ever,

ever, ever. So I didn't even realize I was doing this. But around Mother's Day obviously, you know,

I've lost my mom. It's not anyone who's lost a parent kind of understands this that

people always think it's like the days, Mother's Day, Father's Day, the birthdays, the death

anniversary. It's never those days that really stab you in the heart. It's like a lowly Tuesday

when you're at the in and out drive-through. And you know, a Fleetwood Mac song comes on that

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