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A stupid bitch once said hindsight truly is 2020.

Lala copter and looking back through all the highs and lows I have learned to

be still and be grateful and cherish my loved ones and the time with my cash tag

kiddos and you know appreciating the simple things in life like you know a walk in nature

connecting with my gratitude journal, phoning a loved one.

I'm the cool chill of a winter morning hot chai tea latte.

You know it's like it's just fucking stab me in the urethra.

It's a new year. I like to look to my life philosopher Amanda Bynes circa 2014 when she tweeted

New Year same me because I'm perfect. I don't have any tattoos but I think that that would be cute.

Maybe over my grumble. I'm just thinking about it. New year same hoe.

Oh no. Now I gotta go to my Christmas tree and my garland can't I just keep it up to February?

No you can't get the dumpster around the corner and toss it. It's a wrap. Fien. Welcome to 2021

we're kicking things off with a goddamn bang. We are only 14 hours into 2021. I have already had a

massive massive verbal altercation with my sister screaming at each other. I mean my sister

haven't fought in a really long time. But when we go we fucking go. It is like somebody

get me a big bedazzled belt Floyd may weather has entered the fucking building and I'm about

to deck a bitch. And you know it's a build up and there's a bottling and inherently the problem

with me and my sister is that she's hyper sensitive and I am wildly insensitive. And when you

go to the Westminster dog show and you are a um, Pomeranian and then you have a pedigree pitbull

on the other side of the tracks. You don't want to approach it while it's while it's hungry while

it's uh, you know, overexerted. And I think that's just what happened. Cut to an hour and a half

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