It's All Sunshine, There's Nothing But Sunshine in 2014: The Year That Was

I haven’t been me for so long that the person I was became the person I am.
It was painful, enough to make you sick! Like stubbing your toe on a bastard table leg, or returning home to your apartment, drunk, and brushing your teeth with shaving cream because you don’t speak the language*
It was never what I wanted. I carried on throwing pennies in the well regardless but I got confused when the billy goats answered.
- Living the dream? I was over-stirred in the wrong fucking fairy tale!
And well, though I’ll never be the Prince Charming that sweeps the ladies off their feet…
I’ve caught a break just now for sure, no doubt. Leaving me toe-tapping to a long-lost rhythm, happiness, and breaks. Todo bien singing Atmosphere titles ringing true; it’s all sunshine, there’s nothing but sunshine.

I’m more than likely going to ship Queso out here next month, halal the cost! All I want for Christmas is everything I’ve got,right here, right now.

*The unfortunate event last night. Lo cineto no hablo mucho espanyol!!!