Football season gets shorter every year. Whilst baseball season lasts till October. It’s crazy.
I can’t believe I didn’t blog the Patriots winning the Super Bowl and the Mets going to the World Series. 2015 was bananas, let me tell you something.
I finished Amy Poehler’s autobiography yesterday. I alternated between violently hating it and desperately wanting everyone in the world to read it. It’s better than Tina Fey’s Bossypants. She seems cool, but there’s a whole chapter about going to Haiti that seemed… i dunno…pretentious? But she admits as much, adding “who the fuck cares why people help, just hope they do.” And well, that’s true too.
Jesus Christ. It’s 2016. I can’t believe it’s 2016. Honestly, I have been in a state of light amazement every year since 2000. I mean, TWO THOUSAND! And then 2001! That was a WHOLE movie!
2016.
My God.
Well, anyway, hear we are. Or, I am, anyway. I can’t imagine, I have any readers left. Which is fine. It was a rude awakening the day I discovered my blog wasn’t the adored, charming offering to the world, I had intended it. It made me feel badly, which in turn annoyed me, because there is so much to feel badly about in the world everyday that for my blog to turn on me as well, seemed, unfair.
Unfair, indeed.
But now, all those people and problems are gone. Maybe they’re dead, I wouldn’t know, I quit Facebook too, for similar reasons.
I am free now. And it’s 2016.