Well that’s a lie. I’m currently poppin Airborne like there’s no tomorrow, but you know, I will be soon…and umm…journalistic freedom and whatnot…Annnnnyyywaaayyy.
2009 is upon us, ya’ll.
Yes, yes, we all know, everyone talks about the new year, and what they’ll do, and what it means to them etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, but 2009 is extra strange for me to think about because ummm…i’ll be turning twenty-five this time around. Twenty-fucking-five. It’s crazy, each year I get a little older, and I hope a little wiser, but there’s never any turning back. Like after this I’ll be twenty-six, and then I might as well be thirty, and then what the fuck happened to my youth? Okay, that’s an exaggeration, I feel like I’m having a premature quarter-life crisis, but damn, you know? Responsibility. For realsies.
