it's been a year.
and now I'm 31 years old. Most people my age have spouses and children and cars and a mortgage. I think I missed a memo somewhere along the line that I had to become an adult. ugh. Maybe that's what I need to do so I'm not so bored all the time. Preoccupy myself with other people and other things...I'll be so busy and I'll wake up and be 80 years old and wonder how the hell it happened. I'm wondering now how the hell I became 31 years old. I don't feel 31. whatever. maybe i'll post something in another year. Too bad I waste all of my thoughts on lame facebook status updates. it's so lame.