Hold onto your pocketbook.
Let’s all imagine together for a moment shall we, that 2009 was a stellar year filled with happiness and brimming with the kind of hope they write about in inspirational literature. You attained every goal. You reached for the lofty heights and dammit you managed to touch them. The sky was the limit and you soared into the upper stratosphere with ease and precision leaving all those pitiful ground dwellers behind choking on the smoke of your rocket boots.
Now, snap the fuck out of it and come back to reality.
Have a wonderful New Year’s Eve. Don’t drink too much and see me in the morning.
