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An Introduction or That Time I Didn’t Cry Into A Carton of Ice Cream Because That Shit is Cliché

I turned 29 yesterday. Like, for real 29, not 29 for the third time, not 29 with five years experience, but actually one score and a decade minus one years old. Established: 1987. High school graduating class 2005. All that. It doesn’t really mean much to me except that I think it should mean something,… Continue reading An Introduction or That Time I Didn’t Cry Into A Carton of Ice Cream Because That Shit is Cliché