year ago i’d write without thinking. my writing was better years ago.
i can still be sexy and have a mullet…but it isn’t worth trying to pull it off.
i miss blogtitlan. blogtitlan isn’t coming back.
i can fall in love more than once.
no one will ever hurt as much as the first one. that kinda sucks and that is kinda good.
i’m happier when i blog more.
i love my family. and i lucked out on family.
friends will always surprise me. in both good and bad ways.
it is easy to be comfortable and not try.
anything worth trying for will most likely make me uncomfortable.
i can’t hold on to people.
exercise makes me happy.
goals make me happy.
structure in the most fluid of ways makes me happy.
i make myself happy.
i miss radical xicano literature.
radical xicano literature doesn’t seem so radical anymore.