Whoa!

The Doctor- “It’s actually been 12 months, not 12 minutes. Sorry.”

So, time travel is a bitch. This guy showed up at my house in friggin, police box and then we went on one crazy adventure after another. We traversed the cosmos! We saw the end of the world! We… wait. That’s Dr. Who, not me. I’ve been here the whole time. Well, poop. On an equally exciting note- the NFL season starts tomorrow! Go ‘Skins! Yea, I root for the racist team. What? I was raised on maroon and gold.

Anyways, you ever watch sports and think to yourself, ‘so this guy is 21? and he makes how much money? I do. It’s not that it makes me sad or depressed. I’m not a football player. I’m not athletic. It’s really not the life I was cut out for.

Sometimes sports make me think that life flowers in the middle and you spend the rest of your life rubbing your joints and reminiscing about old times. Even though I’m wicked excited about football (go ‘skins!) I needed something to tell me- aging rules. And here it is.

Thank you internets. You have everything. Except for human contact… sigh. One day I will touch you internets, once I figure out where you live.