Trixie

I already wrote it up here.

Okay.

I want to say.

Well, I'm sorry about your butthole.

You know what's fine?

You know what's sad?

I'm complaining.

I could afford a doctor.

I could access care in America.

So I don't want to complain.

I don't want to seem like, well, I still think I reserve some right to complain about my butthole being cut open.

Please don't tear me apart in the comments for seeking care.

That's not how you say that.

Oh, how do you say it?

I will say, I wanted to mention, it was in my notes, since you and I filmed, James Van Der Beek has passed away.

You guys, I'm not even like that.

The only time I ever cried for a celebrity I didn't know was when Adam Schlesinger died, who was from Fountains of Wayne and wrote so much of my favorite music, cried.

The day Catherine died, I was scrolling through Instagram, and they shared a clip of her on Schitt's Creek when she's marrying her son.

She says something about life and like how, and I just like immediately cried.

That bitch tore.