My friend Katie and I recently had a conversation about how years have personalities. She described 2010 as an extremely drunk girl at a party. When she’s feeling good, she’s out on the floor dancing. When she’s low, however, the room is spinning and her head is buried in the toilet.
Personally, my 2010 spent most of her time hanging out with the toilet. This year has absolutely sucked; I’m surprised I even survived it. But I have hope for 2011. I have a good feeling about next year. I’m making an effort to make things alright. With any luck, it’ll be better than alright.
Here’s hoping 2011 will be a great one!
Looks like I’ll be bringing in the new year with a bottle of benadryl.
You know…as opposed to any other bottles I might have been bringing in the new year with.
Fuck you, economy.
1) Get my shit together.
You’re a sweetheart.
Merry Christmas, love.
Honestly, I’m completely okay with that. The only thing that bothers me is that my family, as in mostly my mother, refuses to act like a family even just for this one day. All Ebenezer jokes aside, I feel like I’m missing out on what is supposed to make this day special.
Being alone on Christmas sucks.
I also have a really bad cold.
I’ll just go eat some cheesecake.
I really do still love Christmas, though.