Let's see..year started off with promise...it really did. I was excited about maybe, just maybe, getting a new job, being with friends, celebrating turning thirty....a new year always seem to hold some sort of promise for me for some weird reason. A clean slate--who could ask for more than that?
And then--as usual--I had to go and mess things up. Sigh.
Because I'm an idiot. A total, giant, fucking idiot. Some things..I'm pretty slow to learn, what can I say?
But it seems like I blinked and we fast forwarded from February to ...December?
December? Seriously?
And what have I accomplished?
Ahh....let's see...
Not that much.
Everyone said "Thirty will be the best year ever!"
And they were all dirty liars. Thirty? You know what I think of you? I think you can suck my ass.
I don't feel more empowered, in charge, or in control. In fact, I feel the opposite of these things. Especially since it seems like I just repeat the same pathetic cycles over and over and over again--professionally and personally.
But..there is a month left of the year...and a few months left of me being thirty. So who knows...things could completely 180--which would actually be awesome...
Now, let me get back to Tosh.O.
Because my ten year old boy sense of humor? Totally something that doesn't need improved upon. If only that were true for the rest of me...
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