Everyone always says that life starts in your 20's... well, thats not entirely true... most conservatives say that life starts at conception... but for the liberal, free spirited sinners of the world, life is rumored to start about 249 months after that. So, needless to say, when I turned 20 I felt a mix of horror and elation. Now that I am 23, I regularly feel a mix of tired, disappointed, hungry and slightly amused. But, here in New York City, the City of Dream, something about a Concrete Jungle where Dreams are made up, the Big Apple, The Empire State that is constantly Striking Back... I am living the dream. I have recently come to realize that while I thought I would be living MY dream, I had clearly misread the saying, which upon closer examination is "living THE dream." There is only one dream that we are all living. No one bothered to inform me that the big dream everyone keeps referencing is struggling to make ends meet, freezing my ass off, and floundering. But in a fun way! Right?
Right...
So I have decided to chronicle my misguided expeditions of my youth for the use of people in the future. And when I say people, I mean for the use of machines to study people. Im assuming that when machines take over, these files will be found on my macbook while it is in therapy for all those years I "used" and abused it.
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