well, twenty-twelve you’re really bringing out the bitch lady in me.  i brought in the new year by having some idiot boy drunkenly apologizing and telling me he is ready to be serious only to have him text me seven days later to say “i give up on you”.  am i really this difficult that people can only handle a week of me until they’re ready to throw in the towel? i guess i’m missing something.  the most important people in my life have been in my life forever or a few short years that have felt like forever. they’ve seen me at my best and happiest, but also my worst and depressed days and they’ve continue to stand by my side.  really puts things into perspective when dick boy is so quick to jump ship.  that’s fine, the s.s. roe sails on without you.

so please twenty-twelve, i promise not to murder anyone this year if you promise not to bring anymore twenty-something-toddler boys into my life.

gracefully yours,

tonya.