The traditional Christmas strawberries and Champagne and bagels and lox are out, done up pretty like a fancy lady got high and started arranging lox, the presents aren't as obscene as I feared they'd be while I was over-online-shopping, and the girls are being, what is this, good? I may eventually start my Dr. Tony Fauci pies, but I sure didn't do them yesterday.
I am only popping in because I know you need a fresh thread, and certainly not to accidentally see any news while I'm putting a video on twitter, definitely ignoring all that for a solid ... couple hours ... and only will say once again thank you, and you are welcome here, and we love love love you.
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Almost fucking there.
Bless your mother every day for her ability to talk without stupiding the whole place up with stupid.
I live with my beautiful gf in a rural CA town. MAGAT flags still up here and there. We don't "do" xmas, but enjoy a few quiet days together off work... esp since her dad passed on x-eve. Loneliness is bliss. Or I should say "alone-ness".