2010 is (probably) gonna kick some ass

2009's been a pretty interesting ride. it started off hellaciously bumpy and bleak, but i gotta say it's ending in a super rad way. last year at this time i was a broken mess. completely fake on the outside, miserable on the inside - just rotting and pining, waiting for some shed of happiness or reintroduction to the jodi i had lost 4 years prior. well - it may have taken me a year to find her, but i'm back, kids. and i gots to say, i haven't been smiling like this in yeeeeyers.

best of 09:
dara benno - the bestest girly in the werld
ashley meeker - baby meeks, keepin it real
angel pelipada - holler at yer boi
drew burns - my future hubby, duh
juliet tarantino - probz the sweetest person everrrr
nicole hensch - girl's got love for the juggalos

these mutha fuckas my homies. they'z others too, but in all reality, i met all my friends this year (with exception of carol & court knee who be keepin it real since 07 even when i sucked and was a soulless droid zombie who just wasted away, depressed and locked up as a homebody).  i forgot that sometimes time with yourself, as much as it rules and is necessary it can go bad too - and this year i yinned that yang noise out and met my homiez. it's good shit.

i also saw a lot of good music. went on some trips. saw old friends. thought about shit. tried to get back in the writing swing of things. realized that all isn't over if a day goes not as planned. stepped back. got a cat skull tattoo. regained my independence. pretty fantastic, really.

2010 is going to rule.

i will get a new job (or at least a new attitude about my current gig so i dont feel so pegged down).
i will remain optimistic.
i will continue to laugh. (and smile).
i will continue to pursue new music.
i will work on my writing in new outlets.
maybe even take a swing at this rap game.
i will learn new things.
meet new people.
go on some trips.
i will let my guard down.
i will have more dance parties.
 i will appreciate all that is well.
i will spend time with my friends, and (hopefully) this new boy.

36 hours, 9 minutes. then this shit will be bananas. can you hear it?

git ready, bitches.