In case you wonder what chaged in two years,
the answer is a big fat nothing.
A higher salary, an older face and a bigger hole in my "poor unfortunate soul" if those count.
One hundred percent personal. I write for myself in order to get back here certain times a year or two, read what I wrote and have a good laugh at how stupid I was back then. So unless you're a stalker, what you're about to read is gonna sound like a bunch of crap that makes no sense.
Well, that's what we call "inner voice"
Welcome to my wardrobe.
Sincerely.