It’s true, I don’t want Ellen to be my best friend. I’m also not interested in forming friendships with Liz Lemon, Leslie Knope, Tami Taylor, Mindy Lahiri, Ross and Rachel, Jimmy Fallon or anyone else on TV.
Just think–if we were robots we could do all the things we now try and fail. There would be no such thing as a bad hair day or a bad boss.
As I sit here eating cold pizza and writing on the eve of my birthday, I’ve never felt more like a millennial.
I’m not sure what I’m more afraid of: the end of an era or what it would take to call myself a world-traveler.