Its not New Years yet, but...

Here I am reflecting on the year past.

It started off with screwdrivers and champagne. A kiss with my Chetan (my number one punk, always will be, no matter how far he drifts out of my life). Most drunken search ever proving fatal, having two kind boys carry me to his house after finding me almost passed out by a street. I still owe them.

A most wonderous trip to Rome, with thick hot chocolates, Italian police, and a memorable hash session in a public park with some very lovely boys. I wish to make it back there within the next two years.

A boy found and attracted. A move to Lawrence. A very long five months, scraping by. Being introduced to the Burner culture, falling in love with the Burner culture, falling in love with the boy. Being repeatedly hurt by said boy until a decision to dump his half witted ass for the second and final time was made. Moved back to Omaha to save money for BM, and began working in the tasting room pouring wine for yuppies.

I became very good at my job, and even starting liking it.

After much packing, and debate I was off to BM in a old bread truck. I only knew one person in the truck and he creeped me out majorly. A very long ride was had. When we arrived on the playa something in me started to change. I knew I had found my home. After several months of social reclusivness I was ready to come out and play. We helped do a bit of setting up a this funny little camp called Apokiliptika where I found a quite darling man with a funny accent. We then set off to set up our own tents on the other side of the playa.
OH dear. I must stop the BM story here for I promised myself I wouldn't record the events any further. I'm just gonna keep it up in my head.

A trip to Scotland was had in October, and was very much enjoyed.

Life planning has been had though I wont tell anyone my real plans, my new plans, those are secrets to be kept. At least for now.

This has brought us into the month of December, which will be a very dull month, with the exception of occasional trips down to Lawrence, and hopefully another great New Years.

Did I learn anything this year?
Yes, god yes. Main thing. I can be the person I always dreamed of if I only put a little bit of work into it.

Lame. I know.