Family…. I love you and hope all of you and yours and ours are chillin…
I’ve been on so much extra level silence for so long. This cunty virus came out while I was leaving New York City in February.
Anyways, y’all should already know I hate the fucking press.
This exact week last year, I was in New York City handling my business. My best friend of 36 years strong shouted my airfare to get me to Manhattan in time for what I had to handle why my traumatised then husband bitched out with some whore in Spain.
I literally had zero cents to my name sons…
… can’t make it up kid.
You quarantined or what? To be hiding in Robina Qld at the moment is alright. Watching people drop dead is fucked up and sad. I don’t care what the media pukes, I listen to the leaders sometimes because I respect the Writers telling them what to say.
I’ve made a really good life doing that in my spare time… as some of you have followed all of these years.
It’s weird that big outlets like YouTube are telling influencers to not say Coronavirus.
Today is post one of the Corona Chronicles. I really need to post daily immediately. I’m snapped out and need to link something.
I hope and know family will find my weird web pocket and read it while they’re stuck inside. I like that and will chat more about what I’m on about tomorrow.
As a Writer. Nothing is better than a global agreement to stay inside and think. My daily spreads and it tickles.