Two Thousand and Ten

Dear Universe,

In this new year I ask for only one thing, and that is the ability to keep myself from fucking something, anything up when I know I got it good. Please, sisters of fate. All I'm asking for is happiness and the freedom to screw up under my own steam. I realize that that's kind of a paradox but still. I'll be the best I can manage if you send a few chunks of luck my way.

love,

the-kid-you-never-saw