This will be a short post today. I thought we had more time, and I thought I’d be able to see her in person, one day, when this pandemic was over and her lung cancer was in remission, but, no. My best friend died on Monday and I still can’t think straight. I was driving back from the grocery store yesterday and I suddenly couldn’t remember which streets to take, so I just kept driving around the block and eventually I came across a landmark that looked familiar and I found my way home. The rest of life looks the same way, as if everything around me is suddenly foreign and “off”. It will take some time to get the lay of this new land I now live in.
But Renee hated Trump with every cell in her body, so this is for you, darling:
This is how Trump got the virus from the first of his aides who tested positive, Hope Hicks:
I hope that we can circle back to the tape recordings made by Melanoma’s ex-freind, in which she is heard cursing out journalists and Christmas, right?
Then there was that fly that sat on Mike Pence’s head for two minutes during the Vice Presidential debate on Wednesday:
Have a great weekend, Dear Ones. Go have a drink with your best friend and celebrate being on Earth.
And of course, when you raise your glass to make a toast, let’s all say it together: Fuck Trump.