Here’s a photo of Brita, one of the contestants on the upcoming season of “RuPaul’s Drag Race.” She’s already my favorite and I probably don’t have to tell you why . . .
Anyway, I was struggling to find something to blog about today because I was listening to Donald Trump’s legal team shoveling up a steaming pile of shit in his defense at his impeachment trial. It’s hard to believe that the sort of people who send money to Jerry Falwell and Paula White are also buying this load of crap, isn’t it?
I can’t put myself through this, so I’m going to disconnect for a while. The sun is shining through my windows, so it’s probably a terrific time to do some yoga. As I’ve mentioned a million times already on this blog, all these planets in my fourth house are making me feel more insular, and that’s not a bad thing. I need to take care of myself. Worrying about what Americans are doing to themselves isn’t good for my psychological well-being.
At this moment, tuning out from American media is the only thing that is going to keep me from losing my shit.
See you next time.