My Apple Replay says I listened to “Fortnight” most in 2024.
I think it’s just because that’s the first song on TTPD and I have the attention span of a duck.
The rest looks like a bangin’ playlist.
These days, I’m into Chappell Roan. But we are in the gray area where streaming services don’t include your activity in Replay/Wrapped. So I will have to give her some love in January.
Would have loved to have sent this to a few people.
Knee-deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out
Is it casual now?
Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach
Is it casual now?
Gotta get my yuks where I can since the tire light went on again and I barely even drive. And I have a dinner date out of town for Christmas Eve, so naturally what is one more annoyance.
Speaking of annoyance, I am blogging because it is the best place to hide online.
Everyone else is upset I have stopped answering texts.
(The passport thing broke me. I mean, everyone dying and the orange fuhrer winning broke me. Being denied a passport based on my appearance was the cherry on top.)
So they follow my likes and shit to make sure I am alive.
I should be more grateful.
My plan was to dodge all the invites and celebrate Mithra’s birthday at Disney Springs.
But I have another orphan friend who said any chance I can crash your party and I said of course.
So many orphan friends. We are too young for this.
I was hiding from that friend too last night. I took myself to “Holidaze,” which apparently is a Cirque du Soleil.
But it was so mid compared to “Drawn to Life.”
And “The Rockettes Christmas Spectacular” made Holidaze look like community theater.
To be fair, I was livid that I arrived over an hour early, waited forever for seats to fill up since I was near the aisle, and then the Kravis let in like 18 people after the show started.
Not only that but one guy picked a fight w me and I about tossed him over the Loge balcony.
Then someone brought in a walker and an usher had to crawl over us to get it back.
At least the girl next to me hated humanity as much as I do, so we bonded over idiots ruining our night.
Same idiots got lost at intermission too. She predicted they would. We got crawled over again by the same 18 people after the show restarted.
I know my Disney friend would have been hurt to not be invited. But they do a lot of shit without me too.
Still I was careful to get my first healthy selfie in an unmarked location.
And I was punch-drunk from my magic hot cocoa with peppermint rumchata.
Anyway I feel like I became such a snob this year. Now that I have gotten back to New York where I was around real Christmas, West Palm Beach just feels sadder and smaller. We only have good weather going for us.
I must have walked into (and out of) 14 bars. I wanted a holiday cocktail and couldn’t find one.
I did eventually twist a bartender’s arm at City Cellar to improvise. It tasted like apple pie with vanilla vodka. Made my night.
So did the Gingerbread House dessert that I brought home and ate at 5 a.m.
Anyway I need to wash the car and apparently I need to check the tires too.
And I guess I have to write people back so they will leave me alone.
Just let me and my couch cushions bond for a while longer. Like a few years longer.