When I typed in the title of this post, I immediately thought about how if I were still a minor, some authority figure would find this post, misconstrue its title to mean that I’m suicidal, and then there would be a big hullabaloo about it. I feel an odd mixture of relief that no one cares because I’m an adult, and sadness that no one cares because I’m an adult. Anyway, when I do eventually kick the bucket, this is what I want my funeral to be like.
Happy another year, everyone!
Over Christmas I had some fun, and I also had a mildly productive break. I’m excited to show you the changes I made and the times I had, so let’s jump in!