2012 felt like it kind of sucked for me. Going through it I realize it really didn’t. Se let’s see what actually happened.
It started with my first published piece.
I left one home for a new one.
I met the one you might call the one.
He hurt me. A lot.
I had a complete mental breakdown and did a Britney.
Luckily, my breakdown turned out better than hers.
I learnt this.
…which led to this.
The one came to Sweden…
…and met the folks, which went incredibly well.
Speaking of the folks, they say hi.
I escaped to paradise.
I became the proud self-proclaimed extra daddy to a little hippo.
I went around the world.
I stopped using knife, fork and hands.
I smiled a lot.
And did this (whatever this is) probably even more.
I sat in many parks.
I grew taller.
I officially enrolled at my fifth, and hopefully last, school.
I had a couple of heart attacks.
I drove.
And drove.
And drove a bit more.
I went crazy in Vegas. (didn’t get married)
I played Scrabble for the first time in my life.
I learnt how to be free.
So, 2013, bring it on. I think I can handle you.
