I haven’t been out for NYE since Ft Lauderdale in 2017, and that was a depressing shitshow in God’s waiting room for gays.

Bless Betty White, who survived both world wars AND disco music.

I thought about texting tow daddy and seeing what he’s up to but my rebuilt engine ran for about 30 seconds and then died. I think they shorted out the fuel pump or fuel pump relay or the fuse to my ignition coil. I am fucked if it is my immobilizer because I don’t have a remote for the alarm.

Fuck it, guess this is “a sign” to stay home again this year.

“Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times.”

I’ve only ever known hard times.

I’m sober. The earth made another lap around the sun and I’m still here.

I haven’t heard this many gunshots at midnight since I lived in Oakland. Girl, and yall scared of Mexico?!?!!!!