I’m 25. Ok, twenty-five and a half. When I’m thirty (and a half), I imagine I’ll be … Well, I have some fantasies that involve pets, brownstones and published works. I’m a little concerned that none of that will happen, and if I write out all that stuff here, I’ll have internet proof that I’m a total failure and Inconvenience Day XXX will be spent crying, which really would be inconvenient. Instead of talking about goals, let’s enjoy this lovely song.
“Five Years Time,” Noah and the Whale [via Queerty, Wham!]