At the age of 25 I have finally been accepted to Big Boy College.

Hey, kids: Don't smoke weed.

Now-- Six or seven more years of school...So then I can get a real job at 31, 32? Great. I swear I'm going to be the douche that corrects people all like "Mr. Bing?"..."Ahem, it's DOCTOR."

Yeah.

I like that.

I got a haircut and now I kind of look like Rachel Maddow.

SSRIs FTW. Seriously.

Jeezum crow, this new Volta album sure is swell. Bravo, gents!

Sobriety + several episodes of Dexter right before bed = vivid dreams about serial killers.

I have an anti-hangover.

What the fuck.

First day of the rest of my life and all that...

We'll see.

I forgot this thing existed for a few months there. I remembered just in time to post snarky indignation on demand after moments ago reading a New York Post headline courtesy of my co-worker ( Read more... )

My doggy died.

I'm usually pretty against internet emoticons/shorthand, but somehow it seems appropriate here.

:(

This morning, I found a giant bottle of Jameson wrapped up in pink paper with hearts all over it on the table.

How appropriate.