Yesterday was my birthday, I’m 31 now.  Thirty-one.  How the fuck did that happen?

Yeah, yeah, I know, a lot of you are older than me and clicking your tongues at how I’m still a spring chicken… well, save it.  I feel old!  How did I get this far in life and still feel like I have a gazillion things to accomplish?  This is so not where I imagined I would be at 31.  Married with kids, yes, but not working in this shit ass job doing shit ass shit that I really have very little interest in.  I’m going to have to make some serious changes in the next 525,600 minutes.  It’s time.  I’m not getting any younger and dreams need to be realized.

Huzzah!

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