Sometimes when I'm bored or waiting for something, I go back and read old blog posts. I like to see what I was up to a year ago, or a couple of years ago. See how things have changed, or how they haven't at all.
So I recently came across my last New Years post - this one right here, yup. Go ahead, click on it. Transport back in time for the sake of this conversation. - welcoming 2010, and asking it kindly to refrain from sucking.
2008 and 2009 were rough. I had high hopes for 2010, I really did. That post says it all. But hey, guess what? 2010 has been pretty nasty. Colour me unimpressed by the amount of bullshit the past 7 months have held.
And so, I've (obviously) given up hope for an amazing 2010. Instead, I'm switching focus.
In a week, I'll be turning 27. A new age, a new year, a new start.
I vow, here and now on this blah blah blog, to make it great. To make ME great.
27, you will be my bitch. You will be the year that changes everything, for the better. Starting next week, perspective and attitude will change. Things will get better, because I will not allow for any other possibility. 'Nuff said.
You hear that, 2010? You fail. 27 wins. Unless, yet again, I'm wrong about everything.
Oh, and Santa?
I have a bone to pick with you too, ya thick summabitch.
You and 2010 must have been in cahoots, cuz you didn't deliver either.
No milk and cookies for you.