Is it too late in my life to become a cage fighter?
I was suppose to be Batman by age 35. What happened?
Does anybody really care about anything I have to say about anything, ever?
I enjoyed both THOR and THE HANGOVER PART II. Am I turning into an undiscerning old person who just likes to watch explosions and dumb jokes on a big screen? This is a genuine concern. I see it happen all the time. I fear.
Apparently, I have a "type" after all. Watch out, all you slender brunettes with small breasts and hot asses!
Rage, cage, rat, whatever.
I'm remembering why I hate introspection so much.
It's boring.
I'll just go back to watching porn and bitching about stuff on the Internet.