Yikes.

I first created this blog when I was 28, hence, why it's called 28 and Over.

I told myself then that I would create a blog about how "over" I am at life already, in a sort of "take me out back and shoot me Old Yeller style," but also not to be taken too seriously kind of way.

Fast-forward into the future and I'm actually 33 now.

Snerk.

It's been five years of a sustained helldom. What the fuck happened?

The only thing left to do is re-explore those last five years and piece together why I've become more depressed, more anxious, slightly making more money, and still a fucking slut.

I should probably change that photo, too.