Speaking of...remember when I talked mad shit on the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders workout DVD? I totes put it on my Christmas List, and yep...those bitches are staring at me right now. I'm eating a cake ball and they're staring at me with their judgey eyes. Also? Cake balls are weird, if you really think about it. Which I am, for some reason.
See, this is what happens when I put pressure on myself to write. Aren't you the lucky ones...
I did not like 2009. My 2009 is the equivalent of a mean muggin whore with bad hair. Like so many others, I got laid off. My sister got laid off. I spent a lot of 2009 sick. Lit-rilly. I have tonsils that need to be removed, but that's a little tricky after you get laid off. Turns out, good health insurance is mighty important. I was involved in a very unhealthy relationship. You know the story, if you've been around for a while. Basically...
2009 bitch slapped me with a heavy dose of reality.
The slap echoed that of Snooki's...it was hard, unexpected and totally messed up my hair. I'm not going to rehash every hardship this year has presented me, every morning I wake up and I am positive I am being punked (Ashton, seriously, you made your point), every time my heart has been hurt, every night I have gone to sleep alone, lonely. Shit happens. Life happens. I'm moving on. Letting go. That is my resolution. Letting go.
I'm not where I thought I would be, but I am learning that maybe I'm where I am supposed to be. I'm standing on the edge of a huge jump, one that I'm doing on my own...without a ring on my finger, without a hand to hold. But with more confidence and sense of self than I have ever had.
2010, I welcome you. Can I get you anything?! Make yourself comfortable! Love your shoes! And 2009, I would like to thank you, ON YOUR WAY OUT. Without you, pushing me, punking me, throwing up road block after road block, I fear I would still be that girl breezing through life, shopping to numb my feelings, dating douche lord after douche lord, wasting my heart, money, time. Throwing my amex and my hair around while taking everything, and everyone, for granted.
Empty.
2010 isn't going to be better magically. It's not like on Friday morning, bam, all my problems will disappear, I'm aware of that. I'm also aware that this new year will be what I make of it. And I plan to make it amazing. Fabulous. Fulfilled. BADASS. Cheers, dolls!
2010...the Unbeweavable journey continues. With you :) Happy New Year! Be safe! Back on Monday in full force :)

P.S. 20sb'ers...I think I have a chance, I'd really appreciate your vote. Besos!








































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