Yeah, yeah, I know. We all say the same thing year after year. This year has gone down as one of the worse on record. I had A Very Crappy New Year, followed by A Shitty Spring, which made it way into A Very Broke Girl Summer, coming right on the heels of A Starving Fall, and ending the year with I’m Barely Getting by Winter. How the hell am I still positive?! It’s the booze; that’s the only explanation. New and exciting things are coming. Trust me! Anyway, have a safe and happy New Year’s Eve. I’m off to get sloshed and bury 2019!
F. M. Laster
“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” -Mae West