How is it New Year’s? Like. When did that happen?
I feel like, the older you get, the more likely that is to happen – you wake up one day, you look around and go, what the fuck? How did I get here? As if the passage of time is a corkscrew inexorably speeding its way down the tub drain. Things get better, but things get faster too. They slip by before you have the time to enjoy them.
We waste so much of our time with worthless bullshit. Or at least I do. Continue reading