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Here I sit, with a wolf at my feet…
…winds at my back, and chocolate in my stomach. Probably a lot more poetic in my head than on paper. Even digital paper. It’s the end of 2019. The end of a year, the end of a decade. Tomorrow we — I — start the march into 2020, the best year yet — or so…
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End of Year Reflection: Go Fuck Yourself, 2017
I feel like I’m saying that a lot these days. Every New Year’s I turn to the past year and scream BURN IN HELL YOU ASSHOLE and then turn to the next year like it’s going to be better. And then it’s not. Or it is in some ways, but worse in other ways. Anyway,…