Live for today, as the future has a way of working itself out. As sayings going, I think that pretty much sums up my life and the inner workings of my brain.
I woke this morning happy and hungover. It's been a few years since I lived life from the bottom of a bottle but what a fabulous life it is. Something about the unparalleled freedom of jumping off a bridge of bicardi.
So off I leap with a spring in my step as I rapidly approach 30. I hate my birthday as regular readers are aware. I know this is a response, in a way, to the expectation of whatever the fuck I think the world expects of me. I hate expectation. I love the freedom and romance of random acts of stupidity.
Then what is stupidity? Living life with gusto and making mistakes or living life on the safe side?