Wishes & “Thank You’s”

Alphabetically.

Ben. I only met you a couple of months ago, but I know you well enough to know there is some serious partying ahead of us. Thank you for calling me Serbian, a cow, and a bitch, and thank you for insulting me on Twitter. I know you only do it, because you wish you were me, and that feels good.

Clyde. You rock the runway! The next Alexander McQueen if I ever saw one, and I really wish we hung out more. I hope this will be the year I  finally loose my baby fat, so you can make me something pretty to ware. But if all else fails (and it probably will), I wish for another smoked up night watching ugly women touch themselves on Sky for money.

Dad. I am a very bad daughter, but you know this. I never call, but I tell myself I have to every day. I love your emails, I’m so happy whenever I get one. I hope you will make good on that promise and come to visit me in London. Remember? You promised November.

Eva. My favorite little chicken. Thank you for thinking I’m not lame, and always telling me that I can do this, and that. Thank you for putting my make up on at Frequency, thank you for Skyping me a lot, and thank you for hugging me and kissing me when you see me. Basically thank you for being one of the nicest, kindest people I know.

Jaka. I’m so happy you’re making it in Berlin, and I’m sorry I told you to come to London too much. I was being a selfish bitch, and wanted you closer. Thank you for a little grown up perspective you offer me from time to time. I hope Ill see you soon.

Janne. I couldn’t believe how much we were alike when I first met you, but you are still so much cooler. I keep forgetting your age, because you talk like a grown up. But then again, you act like you’re six, and that combo right there, is why you are so special. I know you want to be my father, but I think of you as a little sister I never had.

Jar. The newest addition to my little London family. It took me a second to like you, and that’s not only because you tell me I look pretty a lot. Thank you for making my best friend happy, and lets have a big gay night out soon. Lets go dancing to Lady GaGa and Beyonce in KuBar or something. You are a cool little beaver, even if you do like to cut me of when I try to speak.

Jasna. I didn’t see enough of you this year, and I wish for that to change in 2011. Thank you for being random, thank you for your blog (write MORE!), and thank you for the odd mail you sent my way every once in a while. Thank you for still being my friend. In the summer, we have to drive to the seaside and eat mushrooms together.

Karmen. You make me laugh, and then you make me think. You make me read Buddhist books, and make promises about eating better, before ordering a pizza and another round of beer. It always feels like you care what is going on with me, if I’m cold, happy, or sad. If you could lay of the pregnant jokes however, that would be super. I can’t wait for our next martini marathon.

Lea. London is not the same without you. I miss you, and I miss us being silly together. I miss going to Shoreditch and Camden with you, and cooking on Sundays. I even miss you telling me off all the time. You’re right: I need some discipline in my life. My wish for you this year is come back to London and lets make more wonderful memories in 2011.

Louis. Thank you for all those Sundays we spent giggling behind the bar together, thank you for constantly touching my boobs, and thank you for the “sex robot dance”. I think it’s the funniest thing I saw this year. Hanging out with you made a lot of Sundays bearable. I will always be your main witch, even when you will be bigger than Cameron, and fatter than Pavarotti.

Maja. I will come to Berlin this year, I will come to Berlin this year, I will come to Berlin this year. And you have to come to London, so we will drink gin & tonic on the roof like we planned that Saturday, when we found the flat and both loved it. You are one cool lady, living the life in the big city, and I must say when I saw you the other day, I thought to myself, you never looked better.

Mom. You are ace. Thank you for stopping telling me I should come home all the time. I know you’re biting your lip with that one. I wish I could pluck you out and move you to London, just so that we would live a little closer, and I could drop by for a cup of coffee on a random Wednesday afternoon, just like I used to.

Nejc. My brother from another mother. Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for cooking fish pie, thank you for being my best friend, and listening to me even when everything I say is stupid. Thank you for making fun of me, because it sometimes actually is funny, and then I laugh at it till blue in the face. And thank you for being up that night when I barged in your room at four in the morning and we got stoned. That was so much fun, and I will never forget it. Actually, thank you for letting me barge in your room, period. It never feels I’m doing something wrong when I do it, which I guess says something about our friendship. My wish for you this year is that you get to go to school, get a job that will not make you so tired, and be happy with me as your main fag hag.

Niko. Little brother.Thank you for having my back this year. I don’t know what would happen if you wouldn’t step up the way you did, even though you didn’t really have to. I owe you a big one. But could you please stop hitting me? I bruise easily.

Oskar. I know we haven’t finished our last bottle of gin. Or went to our last party. Or played with your turn tables at five o clock in the morning for the last time. Don’t forget me when you’ll be famous like Kanye, or I will open up a can of topless whoop-ass, with fireworks,  dipped in cream and covered with chocolate sprinkles.

Polish. The ultimate trash princess. I still say you need to get yourself a YouTube channel, because it really is a shame that all the things that fall out of your mouth don’t get recorded on tape. You are ridiculous, but in a good way.

Polona. Even though you are just a kid, I am always in complete aw of you, the way you fight, the way you fly, and the way you can handle the good as well as the bad in people. Your attitude towards life is something special, and something that I am trying my best to mimic, but usually fail. You are amazing.

Rok. Nobody did MTV drunk lunches better than you and I. We rocked that office sideways. Thank you for making me laugh when all I wanted was a speeding bus or train to dive under. I hope you’re not to zen these days to get seriously trashed with me, just like we used to do.

Sandra. Drama queen par excellence. Hardly anybody can pull of depression that well darling,  and I do appreciate the drama you bring to the house. I really do. Thank you for not stabbing me in my sleep yet, thank you for letting me borrow your dresses, and thank you for talking to me, but even more than talking, thank you for listening to me. I hope you find a boy that is worth your time and will not make you feel bad, because that is the kind of boy you deserve, and leave all them other idiots alone. I also hope that our little kitteh grows up to be a spoiled fat attention whore, so we can take lots of its pictures and post them on icanhazacheesburger.com.

Tanja T.. You are the little ray of sunshine wherever you go. I can never get over how skinny you are, and I envy you for it. I hope an empty city hasn’t left you feeling too lonely, but if it has: you know where we all are.

Tomi. Baby brother. You never call or write, and that makes me angry. But more than angry I am proud of my baby brother. You grew up into a clever young man, and I like to think I had at least something to do with that. You will go places. In my car (for now).

Zan. I cant believe were still friends. If you asked me in high school, I would say yes, but wouldn’t really believe it. Yet here we are, 10 years after we first met, and still harassing each other on iChat while were supposed to be working. I am still very proud of that night I drank more beer than you, even though I don’t know how I got home, and even though it will never happen again. But thanks for that anyway.

Ziga G. Thank you for being my Obi Wan Kenobi. I still replay your words of wisdom you shared with me that evening at Frequency, whenever I feel I have no writing juice in me. You probably don’t remember what you said, but I will never forget. And when I finish SOMETHING, you will get the manuscript, as promised. I wish you many more good books, and an enchanted year with your family.

Ziga K. Never again a boss, which is good, although you were a solid one.  I still admire that undying well of music knowledge that is your head, and am very happy you still return my calls, and come to London every now and then. I hope we will always be friends.

Zoran. I hope Leeds is treating you well, and you will come down to London shortly. As I said, there are more cute boys in London, and we will find one for you, make you forget all about Leeds, and join our little Slovenian tea party in LDN.

If I forgot anybody, I do apologize. It’s the food coma.

On the list or not, I wish a very happy and special 2011 to everybody that comes here to read this online journal of mine. Now go pour yourself another glass of wine, and have another piece of cake. It’s not over yet.