Today marks the sixth year of my blog. It also marks the one year anniversary of the post where I swore to never move again, and look where that got me. As is tradition on this auspicious day,I’m recapping the last year in the life of this blog in the hopes of finally learning my lesson to stop making veiled threats to the universe, as it has a much darker sense of humor than me.
- As I mentioned, I learned never to swear not to move again: I like to move it, move it
- Then, I learned to never dress up as a professional wrestler: Sock it 2 me
- And finally, I learned to not agree to see photos of a reconstructed anus: Wrecking ball
I also learned that pairing music to alcohol should be left to professional DJs and Pitbull. But, undoubtedly, the greatest lesson I learned in the last year of blogging is that love is greater than marriage, but marriage is pretty fucking great.
Just before this anniversary, I arrived newly wedded to a brand new city, where I can’t pronounce anything right. And now that I’m finally getting my bearings, I can’t wait for another year of gargantuan mistakes.
Happy anniversary Relativity!
Mari de Armas 