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Spring

It's here and I'm officially happy. Sure, I love cold weather -- fall is my fav -- but spring is my absolute favorite time of the year. I believe I have been through the reasons why, so I will spare you. However, I want to inform you all that the blog will now be updated regularly again, in honor of spring. Had some rough patches and didn't feel like writing too much, but the patches have been sanded down and moisturized and I can move forward. So stay tuned.

Meanwhile, head outside and let the wind fuck you. It's spring.

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