I don't like repeating myself but I often forget things. As a result, other people have to repeat themselves for me so I find it difficult to be angry with them when I am called upon to repeat myself for them. I get mad anyway. They say it's a choice, anger. I'm not so sure.
Today, someone said I didnt know what I was talking about when I was in fact an expert on the subject. The topic is irrelevant. The point is: people will question you no matter what your experience, education, or ability. They are weaklings. You are stronger and smarter than them. The only one that needs to know that is you.
Christmas happened again. It is a thing hyoomons do.
2020 is beginning to feed on the internal organs of 2019 before it finally gains enough strength to burst through 2019's ribcage, spraying blood all over Ryan Seacrest's face and marring an otherwise banal New Year's Eve celebration in New York City (said in a cowboy voice like the Pace Picante commercials). A sea of gobsmacked ninnies in stupid hats heave against a stage where a rhinestoned sow can't even be bothered to remember the words to her own song. Happy New Year! Oh my god, it has acid for blood!
Let's try to salvage this into more of a "Happy New Year" vibe, shall we?
2020 will be another year of possibilities. Dwell in possibility. Good luck. And Godspeed.
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