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Long rows of raw fuckyous travel my mind from a corner to the other. Today I'm a hater.

Nobody knows what it was. It was not a bird

Staring at my new 'fits in an envelope' laptop from the new place I spend my monday to friday and sitting comfortably in a sofa with good music flying by and nice people around I can not help but say: 

If this is not nice, I don't know what is. And then it hits me. It's 2013, and this has been the year of change and good things that came little by little but all at once and 13 has been my lucky number ever since I can remember so maybe I should look into esoteric stuff like numerology. Maybe?