I spent my new year popping a bottle of bubbly, spent more than it was worth, and drank it alone watching old Dick Clark Rockin Eve on YouTube, and watched the fireworks outside my window.
I remember only 5 new years.
Taking a private plane ( owned by some football player who did not join) to Dallas for an un-epic evening at a steak house that I would have only gone to for lunch and the men ordering the worst fucking wine on the menu.
Y2K, spent that night at a hospital with a dickhead boyfriend ( CEO of said hospital ) and thought kitty litter would be a good idea in case the toilets stopped working because plumbing works off of computers???
The death of my Grandmother, the mean one but had to stand by her side on NYE until she finally gasped her last breath.
The other 2...
Clubbing with my sister and my purse and wallet were stolen.
And the last one, my favorite one.....the last night in my house. The pink house. Laid in my bed, listened to parties up and down the street, knew my son was OK at his grandparents, and turned on the gas.
That was my best new year's eve, until I got jerked out of my bed with a fireman telling me I had a gas leak. No shit sherlock. Mind you own fucking business!
And life has been like that ever since.
My message to Snowflakes, Wokes, and the LGBQT drama queens that think society is not doing enough to help you feel what you need to feel...join the fucking club!
Only, for me no one gives a shit but you queer fucks....Hollywood is bending over backwards to make sure every story line has your non-binary, need to be a pronoun bullshit.
You are making a mockery of all the people who stood before you who fought hard for gay rights.
Hey parents and schools!
Stop giving every kid a voice and a trophy. They are not using either well!
the Blonde
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