Friday, January 2, 2009

Dear...

Dear 2009,

So let's face it, you started out kinda sucky.  I know we're only a couple days in, but I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and say that, especially compared to 2008, you're gonna rock.  Breaking up with Douchebag, as much as it kills me and I break into involuntary tears approximately every 10-12 minutes, was the right thing, I know that.  It's a shame that it happened like it did and when it did and that it's still without closure, but I suppose that's to be expected from any break-up.  But today was good, and I know that, well I hope that- no, I know that, it will only get better from here.  I know I always set these goals for myself saying I'm gonna do this and that to better myself, but the night I broke up with Him, I did the best thing for myself that I could possibly do so I think that I'm finally on the right track.  So, 2009, here are the things I'm hoping you can help me with.
I hope that all the people I know who are having health issues either get better or are able to pass in peace.  I hope that Leese and Heather and Melissa have healthy, beautiful babies.  I hope that I can get over my weight issues and just be happy with who I am.  I hope that my friends, whatever they may do and wherever they may go, are happy and satisfied.  Selfishly, I hope that He realizes what he lost and that he can't blame this on me.  I hope that I am able to get a job I'm happy with and move out and regain the independence I fell in love with in college.  I hope that my mom is happy because she deserves it, and doesn't deserve all the things she has had to deal with in her life; even though she is the craziest person I have ever met in my life.  It's a good kind of crazy.  A safe, comforting crazy.  I hope that my brother is happy and I hope that my dad can figure himself out.
But mostly I hope that I can be happy without trying.  I mean, to be honest, compared to last year, things can only go up.  I know I can be a good, happy person, so let's make this happen 2009, ok?  Oh, and I hope that they cancel The Tyra Banks Show.  I can't stand that bitch.
The first day of you was rough, really really rough.  In fact, the first MINUTES of you were probably some of the hardest I've ever had to encounter.  But I've gotten through this before and I know I can do it again.  No more military boys, that's for sure.
Anyway, I think we're gonna get along, 2009.  You seem like a pretty chill number, I'm officially out of the year in which I graduated college and officially out of the year that has brought so many freakin tears I couldn't stand it.  Let's make this year the year of Alexis-is-a-little-less-crazy.  Because we all know, I may seem shy and timid, but I can dish it out in a bad way.
So this is my electronical truce.  You're gonna be my new boyfriend, 2009.  And I'm a damn good kisser so prepare yourself.

Sincerely,
Me

2 comments:

Cristin said...

09 will be better, you deserve it. <3

Anonymous said...

is a electronical a word? or is it like booty-ism?