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Where I've been, what I've been doing

Hi there, new people who discovered my blog. There has been an insane spike in the views since the last month, not sure what influenced this, but thanks, I guess.

Here's a quick update on the shenanigans I've been up to recently-

- A secret project I'm not allowed to talk about until the official release. Sorry.

- I've been writing my book. It's a trunk novel, so it might not get to see light. This is the fourth one i've started writing in the past year. I'm a lazy bastard and I hope that I don't abandon this one like it's brothers and sisters.

- I have started reading, semi regularly. I am averaging at about one book every two weeks. There used to be times when I did two books every week. Fuck you internet, you sweet, distracting, time wasting machine thingie.

- I have started posting on twitter. Well, I linked my facebook and twitter, so my fb posts show up on twitter. I still haven't gotten the hang of twittering yet.

- I have put on weight. Love handles and all. My mom was happy for three and a half days, and now she wants me to shed weight. After years of asking me to put on weight she now tells me I have to loose it. This is why I refused to improve my shit handwriting.

- Still hate the FM. There are only a couple of stations/ shows that I listen to once in a while. I don't watch tv any more, so this is how I get my share of the junk entertainment.

That's pretty much it.

My fakeanalysis of the song Rock you like a hurricane is still the top post. Yay! I should do one for another song. But then i'd be a view whore. Decisions decisions.

I'll try and update this blog as frequently as possibly can. Every blogger who's said something like this has pretty much abandoned his/ her blog in within a month or so. I hope I break the jinx.

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