Suzanna Danna

Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, Merry Christmas, Happy Festivus and all of that. Yes, all of that to you and yours. I for one am extremely glad that 2009 is coming to an end, quickly, quietly… with a whimper and not a bang.

In my numerology report I would like to imagine (I’ve actually seen several, and they don’t tell me a damn thing, either that or I am not intuitive enough to figure them out) that the past couple of years have been made for “building character” for “toughening my skin” for making sure I can “take one on the chin” and all that kind of shit that people say when you are going through a rough patch.

But guess what? I am tired. My character is just fine. My skin, even though soft and supple, is as tough as it is going to get. And taking it on the chin just sounds dirty. So fuck you 2009. You and the stupid months that go with you. You are dead to me 2009. Dead. You hear me? No, no. I am not going to take it back. Sure, it may be harsh, but you know what 2009? I have had enough of your pathetic excuses, your weak assed attempts to be personable and engaging. You suck 2009. Even worse than 2008 if that is possible.

If I were to take a poll of years that flew by and sucked serious monkey ass you would be right up there with, let’s say… oh, 2008, 1999, 1997 and a few others.

Goodbye and good riddance 2009.

2010, you better be ready to bring your A Game.