Happy Motherfucking Hanukkah.

Now, if I was a professional, I would say I'm in a studio right now and I'm, you know, doing the Lord's work and I've done my outline and I know what's going on.

I am hammered and it's Hanukkah.

And in a fit of rage, because, you know, I'm not like a huge, I drink often, but not in excess.

And I, like, didn't really eat much today.

And then I had, like, two martinis and I fucking went through the roof.

And I think I exhausted all of my social graces on my friends, family, and husband that now I have retreated to my home studio to just

verbally purge myself because, I mean, what are the holidays, if not a verbal purge?

So I don't really remember what I was saying, but basically, it's Hanukkah, I'm shit-faced,

mausel tov.

So I have nothing planned. I'm on my third drink

which I know I'm like kind of a pussy because I'm always like oh my god martinies and I love a

martini I love the ritual of drinking I like the whole like glam of it all it feels very like

1950s I want to be in a silk robe with a long cigarette.

By the way, would love to take up smoking.

Think it's the chicest shit of all time.

But then you get those like Rachel Zoh lines.

And then you get like the little, I just, I can't keep up.

By the way, since I've done Botox, like I'm already so into it. I want to fucking shoot it in my goddamn elbows. So I got to be careful because

when baby likey, baby likey. Um, so to my fellow tribe members, happy motherfucking Hanukkah,

I would recite the story of Hanukkah for my Gentile listeners, but I actually don't really

know what Hanukkah is about.

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