Life is colossally uncool when all you're doing is managing finances, wading through your job and furiously trying to salvage your life by going that extra mile during the weekend (i.e - eating more calories, watching a so-bad-it's-good movie, drinking and waking up the next morning thinking oh-god-since-when-did-hangovers-get-this-bad).
I confess. I have a bad habit of stalking people I know, on facebook, and wondering why I can't get off my big bum and do something cool with my life? The last time I remember thinking, wow, I have a cool life was in college (graduation) when I was singing.
Intersperse this with Monday morning annoyingly optimistic articles about traveling. How young people should bank on their opportunity and travel the worrrrld.
Here I am. Royally fucking my "opportunity" from behind. And it's not having a good time, I can tell.