Hello.

Hi everybody.

It's Jackie on American soil hanging on for dear life counting down the minutes the days

until this bitch packs up her things and heads west

and by west I mean east or is it West? Doesn't matter. It is Thanksgiving week. We are all

fighting for our lives, hanging on, um, entering and braving the holiday season. It's upon us.

How did we get here? I'm not entirely sure. But most importantly, I will be fucking off in T minus six days. And when I tell

you that my soul, my spirit has never needed this more, I am like halfway to a bagget. I am like,

I've got a beret, like hidden in my weave. I am so ready.

We need this.

And I don't, will I be podcasting?

I know that Heather's going to bring her fucking equipment.

She's going to try to bamboozle me into working Al Fresco abroad.

And it's not fucking happening.

Okay.

If you hear me recording in Paris, send the fucking cops because we're not doing that. I have a list. I've got sconces to buy. I've got pendant lights. I would like some form. This is how I know that I'm really gone rogue. I bought some cashmere headscarves and I've been testing them out. I've also been on TikTok shop journey where I got fake cigarettes that blow bubbles, which is like a little too corky. Like look, it's like a little too bitty so I'm not going to bring those. But do I have my fake cigarettes packed? You betcha iris. Do I have a myriad of cashmere headscarves i don't know that i'm like doing the

tuck in where i'm like wrapping it around like a little babushka but i'm envisioning that for me

i'm going to take up smoking i'm going to actively try to start smoking in t minus six days

and then nip it in the bud once i get back on American soil. I have my coats ready.

I have my looks ready.

I'm going to say something that is unrelatable and niche.

I got this beautiful, oversized shearling, real fur, PETA, come at me, Mew Coat that I bought

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