the rosemoirs

Good bye 2009, you were pants. Really, you were.
You thought you could beat me, you thought you’d come out on top and 2010 would never really come. Well guess what 2009, you lost. I’m still standing, as our Elton once said, and bit by bit I’m getting stronger.
I am the orphan with a gun, crying like a fire in the sun.
So here’s to 2010, here’s to a year of better health, of happiness and accomplishment. (And, most of all, can it be the year of a good job?!).