I had hoped that by asking nicely enough, you would be kind and oblige me with a good year, thus mending our torn relationship and sending us on the road to peace. But nooooooo. You had to have everything your way, didn't you? You've managed to hit me in virtually every sore spot imaginable, 2008. I'm at a loss as to understand how I am still standing after such an onslaught but, HA! IN YOUR FACE! I am!
Come on now, let it go. Whatever grudge you've got against me, just let it the hell go already, because I'm not going to give up. You're going to have to pray a bus hits me and kills me, because you're not taking me down. Not ever. So enough money bullshit, enough death and illness, enough loss, enough struggle, enough, enough, ENOUGH!
Truly,
Sunny
