To the five people who read my blog, Happy New Year! I hope you rang it in with a bang. Me… not so much. I went to bed at 11. I spent the evening texting back and forth with my friend J. We were watching the TLC channel in our respective houses in our pajamas. We were watching a show about people and their unusual sexual fetishes. I went to bed thinking, “Nah, I am not made for this world. I am going to die alone.” I think I am a contender for “cat lady” (except I don’t like cats).
And so another year begins. I’m not feeling too awesome, but I remain hopeful. Have you ever been in a phase of life where things were really messed up? I mean, like even if you could write your own happy ending and wave a magic wand for it come true, you wouldn’t even know what to ask for? That’s where I am. I need a miracle. Maybe this will be the year?