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New Year ? Yeah.


Work, work and more work. I have not really found the time to write within my new routine. Work is fun but tiring, wish there was 48 hours in a day. Whatever it is I will make sure I squeeze in some time to at least post one good entry on my blog before January ends. That reminds me, Happy New Year Everybody! Actually it is pretty much the same old cycle starting all over again. I will still be the same piece of poop I was last year, http://9gag.com/gag/6226173 Hahahaha. No resolutions were made because I know I'll never fulfill them; making a list is just a waste of ATP on my part. So far my 2013 is going okay, do leave a comment and share with me a little about how your 2013 is shaping up. Cheers guys!

GrymmRipper :]

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