This morning I checked my bank account and the IRS gave me a Christmas present.

I sleep on a cot.

My weekly pay pays for my life and nothing else.

I haven’t shaved in months, not because of how good I look in a beard, fuck that.

I hate, loathe, fucking hate shaving.

I got two pair of long johns.

I got one ear bud.

I shopped like a billionaire on temu today and spent 500 bucks and got a ton of shit.

Thank you to the IRS.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.