If the Sarah of 2005 would have known that the Sarah of 2015 could wake up hungover, and order Korean fried chicken to the door without even speaking to a single human, I think I probably would've had a whole lot more hope for the future in general.
Though I am not about to blab my sexual fantasies all over the internet,
it's safe to say that every single one begins with me getting the day
off of work.
Life would be so much easier if I just got everything right the first
time around, but the learning curve is so much more severe and permanent
if I fuck things up real good a few times first.
