Unrouted travels through time

Imagine you are driving along some dark country road, it’s raining and you have limited visibility. Even though you are in this two-ton metal cage moving faster than any animal (face it, you have animalistic tendencies, you pervert ) should move that’s not what’s concerning you. Because your sight is limited further by that soul crushing introspection that just must happen at this precise moment.  What am I doing with my life?  How come I did drunk-pull-ups at the Christmas party 3 years ago?  Why am I not a famous rock star when I took piano lessons for 10 months in my tweens? Thump. Yeah, thump! (No, not Trump, Jesus) Imagine that. Suddenly when you were approaching real Descartes level shit a body hits your car. You slam the breaks without thinking. The car stops, your hands squeeze the steering wheel. There is a body on the windshield . Now let us get real, let us get down to the real question: Do you, as an act of pure instinct, turn on the windshield wipe...

So UTTT (Let’s just call me UT, keep it simple. Or Utty? That’s more charming I guess. I can be charming. Let’s be charming together) what kind of blog is this?   Should I be reading it in the kitchen while franticly going through my fridge to discover that I actually have zero of the ingredients your blog takes for granted when describing “ 8 fantastic meals you can make right now from things you have in your fridge, you will never believe number 5 ”? Fuck this picture Or maybe I should be reading it when I am at the store to get some of those ingredients and discover that my bank balance does not approve of these purchases since even though I may be a grown up I budget like a 5-year-old (In short: “ What do we want? Let’s get it until someone tells me to stop ”).  Budgeting blogs are boring though, right? So useful and responsible . I should totally make one, in… a while. Not right now.  Maybe it’s a blog with pictures of semi-dressed attractive peo...