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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Sansgiving Day


Dear Baby Jesus,

I thank you all of the time but today is that special thanks day so why not.

Today, on this day, I'd like to thank you for everything that you've given me.

For a family that loves me and has always supported me. For my parents who have done everything, for me. For my friends who have stood by me, made me laugh, and let me cry. For the people who don't judge me when I have a moment, allow me to be myself, and love me regardless. For those who have given me special nicknames, bought me coffee when I had a migraine, and know that cookies and ice cream are one of the ways to my heart.

Thank you for my job, however frustrating it may sometimes be. For the fact that I have company paid insurance, a savings account, a new fast computer, and my own cube/office. For my coworkers who are my sanity everyday, for my work boogie who makes everything better, and even for her because she's the reason I have this job to begin with.

Thank you for my luscious dark brown wavy/curly locks [ok I'll stop now lolol], my apartment, grape, my new completely and totally awesome android phone, and DVR. For shiny lip gloss, skinny jeans, and earrings. For the blessing to have been able to travel, and all of the amazing places that I have yet to see.

Thank you for every single man that has come in and out of my life; some have given me pure happiness, while some I wish I was strong enough to beat up. Some I've written poems to, while others have helped me improve on my gutter mouth. Some I've pushed out of my life, while others I wish I could see again. But they have all given me something, taught me something, helped me grow, and helped me learn.

Thank you for every single emotion I have ever felt, every smile I've flashed, and every tear I have shed. Because despite the fact that I have shed millions of them, I have laughed 5 times as much.

Thank you for every single person, thing, and moment you have given me in these 28 years, and thank you even more for every single person, thing, and moment that is yet to come.

 You rock.

Love always,

Your little Bronx/Chilean/Gypsy creation

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