2009 here. Remember me? Doesn’t ring a bell? I’ll give you a hint: I’m the year you’ve been bad mouthing for the last month. Yeah, that one.

I heard what you guys said about me. What a horrible year. Can’t wait for this year to be over. Next year’s gotta be better than this one. You people think I’m deaf? Or do you just hate me so much you don’t give a shit whether I hear you or not? Insensitive assholes.

You didn’t have a shitty year, okay? Shitty things happened to you during the year. That’s not my fault. A year is just a timeline on which events occur. If somebody runs a red light and hits your car, do you blame the street? I don’t think so.

It’s not my job to make sure your life runs smoothly. How about taking responsibility for your own actions instead of a buncha squares on the calendar? Believe me, if I had the power to make people’s lives harder, you woulda had a lot rougher time this year during me.

And did anyone ever thank me for continuing the march of time and keeping it from coming to a grinding halt? No, of course not. Assholes.

At my wrap party, I told 2010, “Everybody loves you now, but just wait until December. People were once cursing 2008 and begging me to begin, you know.” He just nodded and turned away to chat up some chick. Stupid punk. Think he knows everything. He’ll learn the hard way. They always do.

This time next year, when you’re cursing out 2010 and wishing for the good old days of me, you know where I’ll be? On a beach somewhere, laughing my ass off. Good luck this year, you pricks. You’re gonna need it.