I don’t understand transphobia. I have shit to do. I don’t have time to care who has what in their pants, what they do with it, where they pee. I’m BUSY. You fuckers need hobbies. Do you have Netflix? It’s pretty great, you should look into it. Maybe knitting?
It’s probably a good, healthy step this long after a breakup to not wish each other Merry Christmas, not out of anger or spite, but because you’re busy living your lives.
I mean, unless you’re me, and will sit here stewing about it at the end of the day but not saying it first because you sent the last text yesterday, and you have too much pride to say it first because remember you said “Happy Thanksgiving” first?
Ahem. Not that that’s happening… Because that would be lunacy.
My wine and I are going to bed.
Smug Singleton 