They’re so racist, they take honors away from DEAD BLACK SOLDIERS WHO FOUGHT THEIR WARS.

Everyone is gone now. Before they left, they went through my dad’s clothes and got some sweaters and shoes.

Also, while I just used the word recently, I hate that everyone is using the word “narrative.” It’s like everyone has conceded that people are just telling lies for their own purposes. It sounds post truth to me.

The youths can’t tell time on a clock with hands anymore.

Let’s rewrite this narrative. The term “billionaire” is used to describe the most selfish type of person on earth.

Why am I the only fucking person who can change the goddamn volume on the TV.

This is a candidate. I don’t understand.

My almost DIL made me the most thoughtful present ever. She sewed a crossbody bag for me made of fabric from one of my dad’s coats we donated. It’s beautiful. She’s really talented.

Each year, I made cookies and put them out with milk for Santa. Every morning, there was a letter, toys and a book. The letter discussed obstacles overcome and things that still needed to be worked on. It was praise with incentive for change.

Santa is going to write my mother a note telling her how proud he is of her during this difficult year and asking her to use her hearing aids to make life better for herself.