

Merry Christmas to every zaddy who has given me monetary support or otherwise. I feel blessed for being able to flash a tit and call it .. content creation(?) Can I be honest with you guys? 2020 has been a pretty tough year but the holidays have been extra trying. They’re supposed to be happy and festive but I feel like because there is that expectation, when things don’t live up they just seem shittier? Just me? Maybe. When you’re in quarantine for awhile you start to think weird things. And you have no one to check in with because I don’t know about you but there are zero people in my life that I feel close enough to, to be able to start a conversation with “ Hey, can I be vulnerable for a second and just talk about how I’m feeling. Like are these feelings normal? Do you feel them too?” Except for you guys, cause I guess we just sort of went there. Anywho, I promise I’m only unraveling a little bit and I’m not sure whether this kind of word vom is welcome? I used to actually write and blog a lot, but then I stopped writing because, well, I got lazy. I’m actually quite a lazy person and that’s one of the worst traits an asian can have. What’s that from the back? “Gross Kitty, I paid for tits not feels”- yea that’s understandable too. But like I also attached a picture to this post so now it’s kinda OF relevant. I promise, I am not slowly transitioning my OF brand to a livejournal. Anyways, I gotta see if Popeyes will deliver me a sandwich. I love you guys, Merry Christmas.