I have a bunch of small blurbs to go over. First, Baby it’s Cold Outside is a song, not something to get offended over. In any case, Kosi 101.1 in Denver almost banned it, but thank God enough people support it, the song that is. It’s a damn song, folks.
Also, an upcoming letter to Santa. I wonder if the fat man reads my blog. Maybe his reindeer could crash my Christmas party and bring me and Trenton something … I don’t know for sure. Trenton is a sweet guy who deserves more than just a roof over his head. Santa can’t build me a house, can’t free me from the unjust trafficking that overtook every damn aspect of what I wanted, or he may not bring me a puppy, purebred, or shelter mix. I don’t want a puppy, of course, but I want that house with a yard so I can maybe get a dog and let it play in the yard. And if Santa has time, a new Zagg pocket keyboard because the old one has two letters that won’t type. Ugh.
So I have to spend $30 on Amazon or that new keyboard. Ugh. And my parents thought I didn’t need any of the tech I use today. Well? A computer shared by the family is not ideal to a disabled adult. Barbie is certainly inappropriate for a lot of reasons, mainly her whiteness, her overdone curves, and her boobs. But … for a blind woman like myself, all I could use this year is the gift of acceptance.
I am currently in the process of trying to audition for the Denver Women’s Chorus, but I’m afraid they won’t accept my offer to sing with them. All because of blindness, I will have to arrange rides with people to get to very far places and … who knows. I will do what I can.
Merry Christmas, all, and have a good holiday. I will be doing something diferent for the rap up for this year. I will be doing lots of things over the holidays, so stay tuned.