Another year older and deeper in debt

Not since "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Pussy Control! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" have lyrics to a song said so much about my current life than "Another year older and deeper in debt". Turned 27 last night. Celebrated by watching "Seinfeld" at home by myself and buying a new comforter. The saddest thing is that it wasn't actually sad at all. Not sure when I turned into such a anti-social asshole but seeing people was the furthest thing from my mind. I love all my friends dearly but I honestly feel like living in a shipping container in the middle of a fjord by the time I'm 30 isn't that much of a stretch. Only time will tell.