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Hopes for the New Year

Hello 2009!

A new year is upon us and I can only hope it's as awesome as 2008. I've seen and heard so many people sayin' they hope this year is better than the last. I say, your year will be what you make it. You go into it with a suck ass attitude, that's exactly what you'll get out of it. You got no right to complain unless you'll willing to change it, so shut up and have an AWESOME year!

Looking back on 2008, I feel really, really lucky and know that it'll just keep gettin' better.

Here are a few things I hope for in the new year outside of the standard health and happiness stuff....

For J, I hope that he continues to not smoke and that he stays where he's workin' and is happy with it.

For the boy, I hope that he grows like 4 inches, quits lying about homework, makes more friends besides the one that accidentally sends me gay ass text messages at all hours of the night that say "forward this message to everyone you love or they'll die tomorrow in a horrible unicorn accident" and I hope that he'll come out of his room a bit more.

For the girl, I hope that I can find a muzzle for her. No, I'm kidding. I do hope though that she gets that she really needs to shut up sometimes before I whack her with something. I hope that she finds better friends, because most of the one's she has now are gonna be the girls that smoke in the bathroom (do they do that anymore in school?) and screw way too many boys. On a better note, I hope that she doesn't stop telling me everything or get tired of snuggling with me and following me everywhere.

Now, for me. I hope that I can find a doctor who will give me fat crack, because I need to lose weight because I don't want diabetes yet and I think exercise is for sissies and I LOVE to eat. I hope to get Bess's transmission fixed. I hope that my nose will unstop itself sometime soon. I hope to be more tolerant with stupid people. I hope to not think that 95% of people are really stupid. I hope I start caring about cleaning my house and making my yard pretty again, but I doubt I will. I hope I don't get anymore zits, because I'm not a danged teenager anymore. I hope to maintain 100% pure awesomeness with my J and our kids.

Ok, one last thing.....I hope that people start asking me how to make my potato salad, because I'm damn tired of fixin' it!

On that note, I'm off to make potato salad.

Happy New Year to you all!
Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís!

Comments

Stitchblade said…
I tried to call you at your New Years time, but you no answer. I tried to call your J and he no answer.

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