Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was
stirring. Not even. Pomona bullets because the bitch's power has been out
since last night. Failed attempts to hang the stockings with care. The complete
darkness providing quite the scare. As Pomona bullets was nestled all snug in
her bed, the lack of Tito's consumption haunted her head. Now Medusa now
clink clink gang. Carry the load while Pomona bullets remains powerless in her
abode. Merry Christmas to all. May Santa bless you with a boatload regardless of
area code or zip code.
What up guys? Hey as the intro would imply Pomona bullets is indeed off the
grid. She has had no power since the last 24 plus hours in counting. Possibly
later on tonight she'll have power. I don't know. It's an Oregon thing. Anyway
let's do a quick podcast shall we? Okay so since Pomona bullets is not
available for commentary I'm going to call it this part of the podcast the
rebuttal. No rebuttal? A rebuttal? I don't know. She can't rebuttal. How about
that? Pomona bullets cannot rebuttal. And what can she not rebuttal because she's
not online for commentary? How about that? Her charters sucked ass against my
fucking raiders on Thursday night football. The final score being 21 to 63.
So three words Pomona bullets. Ha ha ha. Eat it bitch. Alright rants. I'm just
going to do one rant. YouTube premium. Now I had YouTube premium back in 2019
just for a month to try it out. It was $12. Well guess what? I decided to sign
back up as of two days ago. There is too much valuable education on YouTube
besides the silly nonsense that I do subscribe to as well. But 2024 is rolling
around and I need some education when it comes to writing my ebooks and etc etc
self-development, self-improvement, etc. And yeah it sucks that there's too many
fucking ads on the stuff I want to learn. So guess what? Sign up for YouTube
premium. The rant. Here comes the rant. They now want $18 a fucking month. But
you know what? Fine. I will pay the $18 a month. Just how I pay Spotify $10 a month
for no ads when it comes to my music. Alright guys. In closing we are very
close to 2024. I picked up a 2024 journal. I would suggest you do the same so you
can write down your thoughts, write down your goals, write down daily. That's why
it's called a fucking journal. You enter shit daily. I am narrowing down my goals.
This year I'm going to be specific. I'm going to make them attainable but yet
they are still going to be challenging. And the most important part is I'm going
to have fun doing this fucking challenging attainable goals. Don't do
New Year's resolutions. They fucking suck. They always go in the trash. They're
not really user free. Alright on that note I am out hopefully next week.
Pond of Bullets will be available on Christmas Eve to do a motherfucking
podcast with her fucking bestie. Until then I bid you all adieu. Good night.