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Good morning everybody. Life of date I have changed all the light bulbs in my house to a

rosy pink light bulb situation. Is that manic? We're not sure.

Cue the littlest fair greatest hits album. I love being a woman vagina forever.

Listen politics aside and I should say I come from a lot of conservatives and a lot of liberals.

So I hear it all see it all whatever. I have to just say I cried so fucking hard thinking

of little girls at home watching camel camel. Oh my god. I got my ass hole ripped apart

because I said camel. Listen I have problems with the soft day.

My pronunciation is not my strong suit. Regardless of the fact that it is actually my job.

I didn't even know I could still cry. Like I thought my tear ducts had glazed over.

It felt like steaming hot acetone running down my cheeks. Not like just a singular tear

because listen, she is nothing if not an ice queen. Not really a soulless soulless

whore. But you know how I know I'm a good person the only time I actually cry and I'm

talking like ugly cry like just fucking snot and fluids and all of the things. I only cry

when other people are having a life highlight. So like a big celebratory moment for other people.

Not to spare, not grief celebratory tears and I don't know what the fuck that says about me.

It's honestly low key embarrassing and I try to swallow it down publicly but like weddings. Oh

my god. Oscar speeches seeing people win things. Victory speeches like whatever I hysterically ball.

When Andrew did the X factor, I had to borderline take horse tranquilizers. He didn't do the X

factor. What I mean is he like supervise the music and he would have a certain group of

contestants and he would produce all the songs and get them to track and they would remix it.

Blah blah blah blah. Like I would become so personally invested that I would ugly cry. Like

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