Hello bitches, I am in the home stretch of my London living and I must say I am so so

sad about it.

I have extended my trip twice now so I'm kind of in jeopardy of overstaying my welcome

and also not being allowed back in the country so I have to GTFO which stands for Get the

Fuck Out.

Once again it's just a little old me today.

I must tell you it's hard being a z-list podcast host abroad.

I mean I thought the guests would just be pouring in not so much but this has been a learning

experience.

I like doing these by myself.

I mean I hate it but I also love it.

I can't listen back to them because I start to worry that I might be bipolar because

anyone that can sustain a conversation with themselves for this long of time might have

a slight slight personality disorder which I've already kind of accepted to be true anyway

but I don't need like audio evidence lingering around.

I'm currently sipping some mold wine which I made myself.

It's disgusting but also festive as fuck.

I've also put some sad gold and silver tinsel in our flat with a very non-sheik rainbow

twinkle light.

I'm normally super anti-colored lights because it's just kind of like Walmart baloney sandwich

for me but our flat looks like it took an acid trip anyways so I figured why the fuck

not.

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