glad to hear that your frenemy-filled party is highlighted with gossiping and tweeting about little ol’ me! it was god damn new year’s eve and i’m still the centre of your attention (or at the very least, your conversations). what a sick honour. i’m gonna give it a week, maybe two, till one of you retards says shit about another one of you and the whole fake arrangement of allies and so called acquaintances to completely regroup. it’s like a goddamn reality show only instead of a house, y’all have your parents’ basements!

i’ve pinpointed the place where society’s downfall begins, and it’s in the black hole northwest of edmonton. i know your town is boring and there’s nothing to talk about but each other, stop being hung up on me, darlings. it’s the new year. leave me alone.

as for myself, my new year’s eve was fucking beautiful and i was so delightfully wine and gin drunk, baked out of my mind and surrounded by the most exquisite kind of lovely people. i have a good feeling in my gut about this year. i cannot wait.