Word.
2011, don't let the door hit you in the ass
Hated the bugger out of you.
2012, get your big girl's britches on, you've got work to do.
Oh, babes, sorry. Didn't know you were going through stuff. Hope 2012, then, is loads better.I would swap all of that to alter my current circumstances.
One thing I wish for 2012 is that people stop assuming that looking as if you're coping necessarily means that you are, in actuality, doing okay.
I'm out of touch, I don't know what's going on but you are in my thoughts and prayers, sweetie.I would swap all of that to alter my current circumstances.
One thing I wish for 2012 is that people stop assuming that looking as if you're coping necessarily means that you are, in actuality, doing okay.
I'm looking forward to 2012.
Wait, it's already 2012 where I am...
Scrap that. I'm looking forward to the rest of the year not sucking.
Hated the bugger out of you.
2012, get your big girl's britches on, you've got work to do.
Hey, who knows, I might even meet a woman this year.
... because years of doom always turn out well.
QFTHated the bugger out of you.
2012, get your big girl's britches on, you've got work to do.
Wow.This is a delightful sentiment.
For me, 2011 came with the most extraordinary changes of fortune. Somewhere in the middle of September I found myself in the middle of a half-frozen lake with nothing bit a bottle of water, the clothes on my back, a pair of self-heating mittens, and a dog with a grape-sized tumor on the side of his face.
The water is drunk, the mittens have run out of whatever powers mittens, and the tumor has been removed. I am still wearing clothing.
It's a win overall, but damn was it close.