2011, if you are gonna be anything like 2010 I don't want anything to do with you. I won't acknowledge you, I won't write your name on checks, I'll ignore your days, weeks and months, too. But I must say, right now, for the record, and I hesitate saying this in fear that I'm speaking too soon...

Thank you for what you've brought me so far. Yesterday I simply wanted to die. I just wanted to runaway and die. It was horrible. The worst way to wake up ever. Yesterday was like the worst Twilight Zone nightmare one could have. I was William Shatner with a gremlin on the wing of my hopes and dreams and it was going down in a blizzard and if I survived I was sure as shooting going to be cannibalized. Yesterday perfectly capped off one of the worst fucking years in my life. So fuck you, 2010!

No, seriously. 2010, you can go fuck yourself!

Now, here is what I really wanted to tell you!

2011, I love you already! You gave me the best kiss, the best hug, the best..., then the best sleep, the best dream (the dream was one of the best ever, one where I could do anything I wanted and anything I wished for came true) the best way to wake up, too! I couldn't wait to wake up and tell you how beautiful 2011 has been for me, so far.

There are so many things I had planned for this 1st day in the start of the rest of my life. Those things are locked away in the scrambled data of my dead hard drive on my lonely and cold MacBook Pro boxed away and traveling in some UPS truck on it's way to repair.

This 1st day is delicate and must be savored and respected. I must try and praise it while doing what I have wanted to do in my lost plans. I must be aware of the passing hours and how precious they are as well as how fleeting they can be. This year will be better for me, I just feel it. I hope it is better for you, too. I hope we can have fun and do what we want and make this year a better time for us to live in. We have the chance to make this year a year future generations will look back on and wish they could have lived through it.