Thursday, January 10, 2013

Twenty Thirteen

It's 2013. We are ten days in, and I have nothing to write about, but feel that the occasion should be marked somehow.

I don't usually make resolutions. Not in the winter, anyway.

But this year (2013!), I am making an exception.

Because I don't want to live 2012 again.

It served it's purpose, but 2012 is one year that I can honestly say I am relieved to be rid of.

There toward the end, it felt like a half-empty bag of chips you forgot about in the back of your pantry because someone set a box of crackers in front of it and a can of tomatoes on top of it.

It was stale.

I still finished it out of a sense of duty, but it was stale.

So bring on the '13! I'm ready!

(as long as 2013 is full of parties and fluffy problems that are solved in sit-com, 30-minute-long, "Oh, it was all just a misunderstanding, hahahahaha!" fashion)


The United Statements of Merica said...

Ha! I have missed you. I need a little dose of Andreaisms every now and again. I am trying to be a blogger again. I usually make it until about may.. we'll see. But i'll visit you more often. I'm taking a break from fb.. don't ask me why. I just wanted to. Anyway, I'm glad to see that you are still a faithful blogger.

Anonymous said...

So you must fill me in on the tragic year of 2012. I am glad 2013 swooped in and saved the day . . .eh . . .year.