In case you haven't noticed, it's 2015. Yes, I too am aware that time is a social construct, but should you choose to ignore it then how will you know when its time for you to die? This year a lot changed for me (I now have near-daily sits on a heated toilet seat) - hopefully 2015 will
52 Hours Of “I’m Never Doing This Again”
A Greyhound Bus from Los Angeles to New Orleans. So much uncertainty. Do joyous memories, character-building life experience and lifelong friends await me on the road? Or is this as terrible an idea as it sounds? TL;DR: it was a terrible idea. THE ITINERARY Los Angeles to San Diego.