I graduated college 15 years ago. A lot of shit's changed.

I'm divorced, one of my best friends is dead, and I'm trying to thrive. What does it all mean, y'all?

I'm usually decently alright at organizing blog posts because, well, I do it every fucking day of my life ... but this one is a challenge. I'll give it a shot, though. Let's see how it goes.

OK, so ... 15 years, for those of you with solid math skills -- that's May 17, 2003. You factor in my birthday and I'm 37, tell people I'm 35/36, periodically act 19…