You know my feelings on the subject. Good friggin' riddance to a shitty year.
That said, I'm not completely delusional. While I've blathered on and on about how 2011 has to be better, and will somehow be "The Year of Awesometastic Kris", I'm well-aware that my life will not automatically become wonderful at 12am on January 1st (yeah, and magical pixie dust will be floating all around me as cute little leprechauns shower me with money and 30 perfect men beg me to take them as my significant other, while all the people who have hurt me are suddenly banished to tiny metal cages in the Antarctic, never to be seen again.)
Sadly, that just won't happen. A chick can dream.
|Dear Kris, things aren't so black and white. Love, Kris.|
This past week, the last week o' 2010, has been a pretty horrible one. This year is sticking to its guns as far as letting itself be known as the worst yet. But I'm tired of sitting here, literally crying every damn day because I've been screwed with yet again, or because everything that seems hopeful becomes immediately horrible.
That, my friends, is a shitty existence. Huzzah! A revelation.
What I do know is that things take time. And this year, my goal is to learn. Learn how to let go of negative situations and the people who bring them. Learn to be positive and keep reaching and working toward all of the things I want to accomplish. Learn to convince people that poutine is a vegetable and beer can cure memory loss.
So that's that.
|Best part of any year. My girl.|
How bout you? Screw resolutions, how do you plan to improve your whole damn future?
(and, oh... p.s. - If anyone tries to kiss me at midnight tomorrow, you may get punched. I'm kissing myself as a way of saying "Shazam! You survived the year! And your dress is pretty 'n stuff! Have a beer!". You've been warned.)