Warning! There will be cursing!
This year has been revelatory, and also a complete sh!t show. If this year were a dinner party, it would be serving up sh!t sandwhiches and bitter pills, with a digestive fvckery chaser. I’m due for an epic cleanse.
When I was a teen, my mom owned a women’s clothing boutique. It was all fun and games until it was inventory time. Taking inventory was the worst. Why did we have to count every freaking thing? Why?! Because, my mother would say, we need to know exactly what we have in order to understand what we need. My mom is almost always right.
And so, after ten months of being disappointed by the bullshit, it is time to KonMari my entire life. Some of y’all will not make the cut. You have been warned.
