Today I'm 20,000 days old.
Having seen 20,000 sunrises, eaten 60,000 meals and brushed my teeth 40,000 times I still haven't really got a fucking clue.
I have learned three things in my 20,000 days though:
1. People are cunts
2. People spend a lot of their time trying to convince you they're not cunts
3. It's better to give than to receive (see 2.)
So my philosophy of life is a simple one: the cosmos has been around a long time before I was born and will be here a long time after I'm gone. So I might as well have a bit of fun while I'm here. I try not to hurt anyone. And try not to be too much of a cunt.