Hmpf.

EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING I AM THIRTY. I am constantly having to give friends and relatives the If I died right now, my gravestone would say I was in my twenties rant.

I am not dealing with this well.

I was listening to my favourite trashy song Acceptable in the 80s tonight. My older brother was in the room.

See, he'll do things for you if you were born in the eighties, the eighties.


Me: Hey, Paul! Calvin Harris doesn't have hugs for you.
Paul: He barely has hugs for you.
Me: HE DOES! HE DOES! TWO WHOLE YEARS OF HUGS 


This is unbearable. I obviously need counselling. D: