NO FAGS ALLOWED
I recently finished watching all 5 seasons of Angel.
As I sat there at three in the morning watching the credits roll of the very last episode of Angel and realizing that there were no more episodes to watch, I asked myself whether my life was fulfilled or no longer worth living.
I never came up with the answer. Which is what I feel Joss Whedon would want.
This is what I have to update about.
I leave for Russia on Friday. Baller.
I turn 21 in a week. In Russia, no less. Baller bills, y'all. Or baller RUBLES, I should say.
Lame.
All in all, life is pretty damn good. It's a fucked up little bitch, but I'm embracing it as much as possible.
Which is what I feel Joss Whedon would want.