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Look, I Really Don’t Know What I’m Doing
And that’s never stopped me before
Happy Groundhog’s Day friends, family, and associates!
Yes! It’s Groundhog’s Day — my personal, all-time favorite national holiday of the year — and I’m feeling chill as opposed to overwhelmedandoverstimulated by the usual toxic vibes that seem to pair with “holidays” like a fine boxed-wine.
And that’s because Groundhog’s Day is the chillest holiday of the year.
In fact, it’s chill like a gangsta [the good-guy kind, naturally] as holidays go — and it also happens to fall on my birthday — yet has never once left me feeling robbed of my Born-Day thunder.
I’ve never felt anything but awe and gratitude to The Groundhog, given what an honor it’s been to share my birthday with such sophisticated rodent — albeit a fat, furry, shy, curious-sentient one — blessed with the gift of forecasting the weather while making news at the same time.
Fucking brilliant little bugger! Mother Nature habit-stacking like The Boss she is, right!?!
All of this pulling me off the point [there always is one — I just lose track of it sometimes] which is Groundhog’s Day comes with no strings attached.
