Ruined New Year in Vancouver

My New Year celebrations in Vancouver have always been ruined by humanity… The only New Year I semi (on my own and no thanks to humans) “enjoyed” was when I did my own thing, against the screams of disapproval and “you’re embarrassing me” of my date and won the title “Monarch of New Year”, crown and all, sans crown for my deer caught in the headlights delta male date, when against the screams of you’re making a mistake we hate you, I traveled back to Poland (location of “hey, Lucifer, want to go around the corner to a construction site where there is a ditch, I will take you and teach you about human reproduction” and I said fuck off child sex offender and murderer” and walked away to the screams of a disapproving Eve who said “the invitation was for both of us and I wanted to go and you just ruined MY party!” and all both she (Eve) and he, (Adam), got was a FUCK YOU!) where Eve knows she can’t fuck with me…

Somehow the shit eating whore Eve did not get the memo in North America…

Anyway, back to horrible New Years in Vancouver…

I am common-law with Ho of China. We have a reservation at a posh place by the water and are about to enjoy what was planned as an intimate and mature outing…

A fake and graceless, awful at friendship (enemies treat each other better) shit eating whore (North Nelson labeled her Den of Candy Deer… Candy Dearden) of patriarchy calls me in tears going her plans fell threw, there are a few of them needing a place to go, can they join us?

Well… me, being Fort Nelson-ed and believing I have comradery with humans, agree…

Now, I am playing a successful professional with a university degree, taking care of two parents with cancer, on a spiritual journey where I am shamanic healing everything and I am a vegetarian!