Twenty-eight days into 2019 and I’m already over it. Government shut downs, stupid plastic bag fees, fuckn R Kelly running around free, what the hell is going on?
But hey, I’m a year older! My birthday just passed. Another year older, another year wiser? Yeh, that’s a no for me. Still making the same bad decisions, I haven’t learned shit. Same taste in disappointing men, still not someone’s sugar baby, botox not lasting as long anymore, but my alcohol tolerance is up and I can fit into those Kim K dresses. So I am making minor accomplishments! Although, I miss the days two cocktails did the trick. Quick and cheap just how I like it. Definitely do not miss the days I looked like a ten pound bag of potatoes in a five pound bag though.
Aside from January being my birth month, the winter sucks in a shore town. Nothing to do, the place is empty, and everything’s closed. Casinos (my place of employment) are slow. So I decided I’ll be one of those “girls“ who put their Cash app in their IG bio. Sole purpose : Incase any one wants to donate to a pretty charity case/ basket case. Judge me you have my permission!
With all that being said, I’m going to ride with my Asians next week and celebrate New Years with them. Plus it’s the year of the Pig! Which can mean many things. No, not the year of your ex or the girl falling off the bar in my Kim K dress, but wealth and good luck. That sounds promising. Let’s forget the last month. With the exception of my birthday. Seems legit.
Shout out, by the way, to my girls for making my birthday another shit show for the books! #redlipstick blog to follow.
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