I turned 38 a couple of weeks ago and I'm still horrified about it.
I was supposed to be so much more than this: a slightly alcoholic blogger who would've loved to become the travel writer she dreamed about at fifteen but no, she had to catch up on all the Warren the Ape episodes she missed on Hulu Plus.
Oh, and one time I actually had the opportunity to live out my dream by traveling through Mexico with friends but I STAYED HOME BECAUSE THE FUCKING PREMIERE OF BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER SEASON 3 WAS COMING ON!
Young friends, this is what it's like getting older, realizing that you could have done and been someone cooler if not for your asinine desire to read Twilight fan fiction that somehow ends up on the New York Times Best Sellers List.
If I'm still sitting on the couch at 40 watching complete seasons of Wings, I'm going to kill myself.
