2011
Was a year for personal growth and a lot of self reflection. A lot of postmodern bullshit, which was a lot to go through, but with the help of a few key individuals I’ve been at some of the lowest and some of the highest (quite literally) points of my life, and I’d trade the experiences for nothing, except maybe a few bricks of cocaine and dolce salato gelato. Just kidding.
I had a pretty bad start to my year. I built myself up on a pedestal of false hopes only for it to collapse under the weight of reality. I found myself buried and smothered in my own insecurities, and there were times when I figured I’d just live my life under the rubble. But a few people not only helped to dig me out, they made me realize that life’s so much brighter when you’re out in the sun and looking good in a sequined outfit. I love them a lot for that. And look who’s on top now, motherfuckers.
Big shout out to Lady Gaga, whose album was amazing, Bradley Nowell, who’s dead, but still brings me inner peace, my two new girlfriends Mary and Jane, the many wonderful friends I have made and kept and the people that always bring me back to my pseduo-latina heritage.
Glad to say I’m leaving 2011 stronger than I went in, and here’s to 2012, which I hope to be filled with good times, out of body experiences and Mayan doomsday destruction.
