Fuck you. Fuck you, 2009, Fuck you so hard fuck you.
Let's start at the end, shall we? Where you smite my fiance and I with illness JUST SO so that the timing is such that The Holidays and the Great Wedding Caper aren't fucked - but me seeing my family is. Sure, we get to do the 20 hours + driving for a CHRISTMAS WEDDING IN MICHIGAN, but the 4 hour round trip to Delaware? fucked.
Now let me take you back, back back in time to January, when it was fucking cold and I had to take the metro AND a fucking bus to the virginia rehearsal space for that show I was in. Remember when you fucked me ON NEW YEAR'S DAY?! WHEN THERE WAS NO BUS!? REMEMBER THAT!? Fuck you, 2009.
Remember when no one saw that show in February? I mean, my parents, their parents, my boss - but did anyone see it? No. And not many liked it. Fuck you, 2009. OH YEAH and then later that company folded, which really sucks for them, but marginally also sucks for me because now I have an obsolete theatre on my pretty sad resume? Fuck you, 2009.
Remember planning and laboring over the Birthday at work? Sure everything went off just fine, but that month SUCKED. Fuck you, 2009.
Granted - summer was awesome. So... props to 2006 on that one for the reason this summer was good. Fuck you, 2009, you get NO credit. Because you killed, like, 8 celebrities this year and at least 3 of them were that summer. And they were good people, too.
I will also give you late October-early December. All well and good, scheduling goes off without a hitch - but, what's that 2009? CSmith's going broke!? FUCK YOU, 2009!!!
And now we come to today when, after a week of holidays, road trips, events and work, I now have to postpone seeing MY FAMILY. AGAIN, 2009. Fuck you.
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