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Live from rehab, it's your girl, Jackie, Shimmel, Hyphen, Haws.

That's a joke. I can't believe how motherfucking stupid some of you are.

And I mean that with love, okay, because to be clear is to be kind.

I was joking this past week because I was in a very rehab adjacent kind of experience.

Now this was all very COVID compliant. As we know, I have now had 19 nasal swabs.

I'm almost at my lucky 21. Let's celebrate. I'm going to down fucking peroxide and chlorox

and woo, woo, call it a day in a Diamante rap dress. Anywho, I went to Tennessee this past week.

Tennessee and Kentucky, getting lurky in Kentucky to see my new nephew and to visit my best

friend Valentina and some friends. This was all very COVID compliant. Got tested before the flight

and after the flight, humble brag, flew sober and coach for the first time amidst a global pandemic.

Don't recommend it. I will say that I wasn't so nervous in the airplane. It did feel safe.

There was space, although I have a bone to pick with the Legion Airlines. I can barely talk

about it because I got off of the plane eight hours ago and I'm not fully. I haven't gotten my

bearings yet because it was the most traumatizing flight experience I've ever had. I got in a full

verbal altercation with a woman in Cincinnati, the front, the check-in woman who was to say a

dismal, cut fuck face of a troll would be putting it lightly. She was miserable. She was disgusting. I

hate her. I hope she gets fired and I filed a complaint with Legion Airlines, which is the worst

airlines in the world, but it is the only only airline that could get me non-stop home last night.

All I wanted was to get home because let me tell you, shits popping off and I need to bunker

the fuck down. Really, I don't even need to get into it. Just like never flying a Legion Airlines.

There's disgusting in the woman working on Sunday at 8 p.m. the check-in at the Cincinnati airport.

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