than going on Timehop to find out that every year before this year, you were somewhere exciting and warm.
I was in New Orleans. There was a lot of pastel.
I was in L.A. attending a party that was so extravagant, I wondered why they let me in.
I was in L.A. again. You know, getting my vitamin D.
I was pretending to do yoga in Argentina.
Realizing that there are more depressing things, like torture, war, terror attacks, and famine. But whatever, I feel like complaining. It’s 20 f-ing degrees outside!
And that’s a dog butt.