Well 2009, here we are.
It's been fun, you know. Well, sometimes, anyway.
I mean, you've provided some laughs and all.
Remember that time we celebrated my wedding anniversary?
How about all the tweets we shared?
The endless blog posts?
Remember that vacation where we laughed in the summer sun?
Yeah...those were special times. Really, I'll always hold those memories deep in my heart.
It's not working out.
You see, despite all the fun, you've ravaged my wallet.
In this year, you made me have to *gasp* cut coupons, lower my thermostat and NOT buy this ever so delicious navy blue leather bag with a cute little strap and matte finished hardware and the most adorable zipper front pockety thing.
I haaaate not buying a delicious handbag with a really cute pockety thing!
But I didn't buy it. I walked away.
And I'm still sad about that.
I'll always remember that stuff too, 2009.
How you made gas prices stupidly expensive. How you let all those celebrities die. How you let Tiger cheat on Elin.
You have a dark side, 2009. I see it now. I see it so clearly.
I've been fooling myself all along
I think it is best if we part ways.
Really, stop trying to cling to my leg.
Fine. You want me to say it?
I'll say it.
But when I say it, it's really over.
Ok. Here we go. I'm saying it.
It's not you, it's me.
Now get out of here. We're through!
Have I met somebody new? Well...maybe.
2010 has been coming up in conversation a lot lately.
Maybe 2010 will treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
Let my retirement recover some of its value and help me possibly find another cute little leather bag to assuage my grief.
Until then...to you, 2009, I can only say....