Thoughts after Christmas:
F Christmas
We had sort of nice-ish Christmas weirdly
We still can't sing for shit; I choke on sad songs
I have zero need for bragging; I am silently happy for what I have accomplished.
I am happy if I can give
Scrooged
We have such a pretty tree
I will continue to work with myself
Best advice from my mom's brother - continue to learn and fight all your life, don't be like others who float down the stream like some piece of shit.
London box is almost over - yes!
You will never find another me.
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