IT'S A NEW YEAR. CAREFUL WHAT YOU PACK.
~From the coffee table of the Editor~
Dear Reader,
This "blog" has not been updated since 2018. A lot has changed in the past couple of years. For one thing, nobody writes blogs anymore. For another, we're closing up year two of an unprecedented global pandemic.
How are you holding up?
Oh that's great to hear! I'm so happy for you!
But many folks aren't that lucky. So please take a moment to reflect on your privilege. I'll wait.
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Now, on to business.
As I mentioned earlier, nobody writes blogs anymore. Or at least nobody reads them. You might be thinking that this is an exercise in futility. But if it weren't for exercise in futility I'd never get any exercise. I digress. It is nearly 2022, and things are looking bleak. Thank goodness there is a Democrat in the White House so we don't have to talk about our president's fecklessness--we can remain silent about it, which is easier, so that's a load off.
Moving in time towards the New Year with a young Covid-19 variant wreaking havoc and the news providing dialog for the screaming, terrified voices in our heads, is it even a good idea to look back on 2021? Is it wise to make New Year's resolutions? Is it helpful to post your Spotify Wrapped and your Instagram Top 9, or should you just not?
The only good news is that we here at My So-Curated Life have got back together (the make-up cuddling was fantastic), and we look forward to serving you this coming year with brand new semi-satirical nonsense. We are hard at work scouring the internet for what the fuck anybody cares about anymore. We found someone called Pete Davidson. Sort of Adam Sandler-meets-Eminem, do we have that right?
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And that brings this year-end post to its conclusion. Of jokes I have none. Of YouTube links I have a few. Here are some New Year themed songs by middle-aged white men to make you sadder.
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Stay safe folks. Get your boosters, #maskup, and for god's sake don't sleep with this Pete Davidson guy.
<3 @socuratedblog
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