And we're back in that time of year where the fake smiles and stress free. Bucket list where you are and you have every intention to comply with and implement them within the year. Mine, on the right side of this blog I put it into practice so well That is in me enough to update the year. In short, if it were not for you and some others would not have qualms about calling the 2010 a year, "the fucking dog." Luckily 'this time I escaped. This time.
Back to the Christmas season it seems the only good thing from a biorhythm phase-shifted as I liked was taken away from the incipient old age, and then no more nights to break alcohol (okay, so are a teetotaler), cigarettes and strange season (okay, so I do not smoke) or sex (okay, so not a virgin).
Practically I have only the train with the meu amigo Charlie Brown (and that of nerds we have never enough) and made the best wishes from my favorite Rene
FUCK YEAH!
Tomorrow will be a new year!
(okay, so I'll always be the same)
Music on air: Tahuna Breaks - Giddy up