Trixie Mattel

No, no, no.

It's either vile absurdity.

Me.

Like throbbing boner eroticism you.

no no no like it's just a bunch of shit makes me depressed right it's stupid it's not like world events that keep me like up to date it's like shitty people doing shitty things stupid people posting stupid crap stuff that's not true stuff that's outdated it's all bullshit and it makes me so depressed right and that's what I honestly have been kind of grappling with you and I are tech I mean are we are we content creators I guess we are

No no no no no no no.

Yeah.

I don't want to know about the David Beckham, the Romeo Beckham and Nicola thing feud, but I do.

And I, and I'm like, and I have opinions about it and I don't want to have opinions about

It's stupid crap like that.

It's just taking up space where I could literally have just looked out at the sunset or literally just jerked off.

Honestly, anything.

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Hi, it's me, Kachi Zamboni, professional figure skater, Olympic athlete, emotional wreck.

Picture this, it's the 2026 Olympics in Milan.

Outside the arena, a gentle snow is falling as fans snack on Cacio e Pepe as they wait in line with their tickets.

Inside, the lights are blinding as I make my way to the center of the ice.

My heart is thumping, the judges are watching intently, and my posterior looks fabulous in my brand new crimson and black sequined outfit.

As I push off the ice, ready for a quadruple lutz into a flying camel spin, suddenly it hits me.

The terror.