Fuck 2016.
I have loathed almost every.single.second of this year that instead of an advent calendar counting down the days to my typically fave day of the year – Christmas (I mean, second to my birthday of course), I’m counting the days (30), hours (720), minutes (how do I compute this?) and seconds (for real, I can’t do math that well) and milliseconds (who can help me out here?).
This year did start off on a fabulous high-heeled foot with smiles, champagne and high hopes of a bright and shiny new year.

Yay! A fresh start from a shitty 2015!
But somehow, this year just took a big dump on almost everyone I know.
For me the sparkle of 2016 lasted about 24 hours. Family drama involving cops, divorce, death of a young friend, bad shit happening to a good person (that would be moi), and still on the hunt for a job – all squeezed in on or before January 27, 2016.
If someone would have told me what the next 11 months entailed, I would have punched myself in the face, possibly crawled into an oven set to broil or figured out how to construct a time machine into the future (although I would need help with the dimensions portion of this project due to the aforementioned horrible math skills).
Fuuuuuuuck.
So, here’s the kick off to my Fuck Off 2016 countdown to better days for everyone I know ahead.
Fuck you for making me feel ashamed of myself to which was no fault of my own.
Fuck you for a culture of victim ignoring, shaming, and turning the other cheek when convenient.
Fuck you for taking the happy, the uncompromising confidence, the pride, the sparkle, the light, the love out of a girl who has never known any different.
Fuck you for taking away my ability to give a rat’s ass about my appearance to the outside world.
No really, fuck you. I mean me in no make-up in public….I think it’s been since 7th grade.
Fuck you for the seven months of sleepless nights on my leopard couch because being alone with my thoughts became unbearable due to an act on one single night.
Fuck you for the lasting post traumatic stress disorder, severe adjustment disorder and extremely delayed response to that event I’ve been trying to cope with over the last 11 months.
Fuck you for the pile of emotions that creep and sneak and fall from the sky at unexpected moments that are bigger than the goddamn mountain of laundry I avoid doing.
Seriously fuck you. I’ve never been a crier.
But fuck you for real 2016! I just.can’t.stop.
Fuck. Even Ted got into the emotional mix.
Fuck you for making my cortisol levels soar, my energy plummet, allowing my anxiety take over, laziness to kick in, sleeplessness be a constant and for making my diet consist of mainly Pepto Bismol, Aleve and carbohydrates.
Fuck you for taking away my excitement for my most wonderful time of the year…celebrating any and everything.
Fuck you for the Halloween fail.
Fuck you for the sucking the Christmas spirit out of my soul (except my Clark Griswold glass, of course).
Fuck you for the lonely feeling of fight – but the fierce (while faint) is still in me and ready to kick some ass.
Oh 2016…
And so, the countdown for me, for you, for the upside down world we live in at the moment is on. I say we commit to a bottle of bubbly per Fuck You 2016 countdown day.
Who’s with me?!?
Holla 2017!
CBXB
With you every step if the way CBXB. Fuck 2016. Bring on 2017 and each and every awesome day of healing happiness it unfolds.
Thanks for always having my back – and helping me stay on my jazz handing, trying to kick ass track! Holla 2017!
Keep your chin up and hang in there. You have plenty of fight in you. Loads of people who love you, me for sure.
Same back at you – and love you!!
Wishing for a kick-ass 2017 for you! You deserve a good one, girl, hang in there!
2017 WILL kick ass because I will make it do so! 🙂 At least, I sure hope to!
Yes you will! Kick ass girl!
2017 will be kick ass for you! Payback time!! Love you Scooby!!!
Paybacks for the both of us hopefully…
p.s. – What’s CBXB?
Kick 2016’s ass out the door. See ya bitch! HOLLA 2017 💋 Stay Fierce Sista I Got Ya Back xxx
Much love to you Kitt! Fierce is the only way to stay, right?! XO
Damn straight my Lovely! ROAR! XOXO 🐯🦁 Send you all the love from England xx
Carry on being fierce my friend; I know that 2017 holds better things for us all x
Love you friend. I know this year has been awful for you in different ways. Think of you often and CHEERS to 2017!
I really hope 2017 is a winner and you can cast 2016 into a bucket and never think of it again *hugs* XO
Gary, 2017 will be a winner for many of us! Thank you for always being a good friend! XO
Yup, 2016 has sucked for so many reasons. I have had my share of crappiness this year too. Then again, we open up 2017 to hopefully a better year. Stay strong.
Yes! 2017 is going to be a Fuck Yeah Year instead of a Fuck Off Year! Seems like you’re already off to a fab start with your healthy overall. Yay you!
Thanks so much! Now I just need to keep it up and avoid the holiday weight gain.
Hooray to 2017! It can’t be much worse for many of us than 2016. You crammed a lot into this year, and I’m glad so see you’re still kicking. Maybe we can drink together in 2017 sometime. I feel like that would be pretty epic for you, since I’m so amazing. Lol. Or something like that.
Jesus Christ, why did it post under that name instead of DOAT???
I’m not sure but I knew exactly who it was, DOAT! LOL!
Ah-mah-zing would be the better way to describe drinking with you in 2017. Let’s DO IT!
Your a beautiful woman, keep up the fight and kicking’ ass. Wish I could give you a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek my friend. XO
Love ya, mean it! Bear hug accepted! XOXO