It’s Covid, Bitch…
Going into week two so I finally got tested for the C word… no, not that one :-)
I win!! In four months I’ve had pneumonia and Covid. You jealous? I didn’t get tested until after I went to Ulta, Sephora and Old Navy so…. My bad. I did some damage in Old Navy because I LOVE their Christmas pj pants. The more you wash them the softer they get and because I’m too acclimatized now my legs and feet are always cold…..Deeply personal stuff there.
Ok! Did you read that that ballsack of a President of ours posted that he wants to bring back PROHIBITION!!! Like, you want us to be awake AND fucking sober through this dumpster fire? Maybe we can use transistor radios again too. Drinking is how I’m getting through, and I’ve had so many chest congestion issues that I’m just calling uncle Jim Bean “ Mommy’s medicine.” At this point.
That’s not true… I’m on to RumChata at the moment…..I think I can become an alcoholic if I just put my back into it, ya know? The only problem I have is that I’m not fond of alcohol. So, maybe heroin. We’ll see. You got to do what you got to do to wake up everyday in this version of reality.
On that note. I’m gonna go hack up some fur balls and try to get some sleep… Hmmmm Song?
The worst concert I’ve EVER been too…. But I love this song:
Hard to Handle : Black Crowes
Night luvs,
Tracylynn
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