2007, We Need to Talk

Okay, 2007. I'm trying to start you off in a realistic way. You see, I didn't make a regimented list of resolutions, I'm not trying to get ahead of myself and make any outlandish predictions, I'm just trying to take it as it comes. But you're just determined to do stuff to get me out of whack, it seems. So, we need to talk.

I'm a reasonable person. I know that life has ups and downs, and that's fine. I can handle it. But 2007, could you try to space them out a little? You must've known somehow that I love rollercoasters. Just not the emotional kind. Sheesh.

Okay, Friday night was a downer, Saturday morning I emerged, and then Sunday you blindside me with devestating news of people that I love "moving on," and happy news that I'm officially a bridesmaid in my friends' upcoming wedding one right after the other. What are you trying to do? See how I can balance feeling wretched and elated at the same time? Naw, 2007. You need to cut that stuff out.

Now that we've had our little talk, you know how I feel. I'm usually non-confrontational, but when something needs to be said, I have no problem with getting everything out there on the table, you know what I'm saying? So, please, help me give my tear ducts a break. Now, 2007, don't get me wrong, we're still dawgs and everything, but I'm just letting you know that you're starting to push it.