I know you started off on a good foot, and then, rather rapidly, went all sucktastic... THEN you miraculously made a helluva comeback. I loved you for that. I think you became a bit too confidant in your ability to remain awesome, and it showed... in a major way. THEN, like Travolta/PulpFiction you came rushing back in to steal my heart back... and now... well... now you've failed me again. I am no longer relying on you to remain consistent. I am in fact, cheating on you with future plans well into 2012. Ironically, I don't feel guilty.