If the world ends tomorrow, that's fine by me. I've had THE best year. I have met so many great people, I finally quit my dead end job that I've hated since I got it, I've seen Paul Simon live, I've seen Maskinen live (again), I've seen and met (and kissed!) MGK, I've seen Lady Gaga twice AND been on stage with her AND met her backstage and I've traveled to the city of my dreams: Los Angeles.
Could I ask for a better last year on earth? I think not.
Today, the supposed last day on earth, I spent sleeping half the day, getting a really meaningful tattoo with a good friend, grabbed a beer afterwards, got home, had a pan-pizza and a muffin and watched AFV. I feel content.