2020, I'm breaking up with you. It's not me, it's you.

[m_findlow]

Bushfires, pandemic, lock down, storms, blackouts and now contaminated drinking water...

Seriously 2020, what's left to throw at my poor little home? Earthquake? Asteroid? Invasion by the Bugblatter Beast of Trall?

We are not friends anymore. I have struck you from my Christmas card list (assuming Christmas is still on after you cancelled Easter, Mother's Day, my birthday, Dad's birthday and Father's Day). You suck.

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[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

We just need to kick some grass over this year and move on.

:/

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

I think it needs burying at least six feet down!