2013: A Year In Review

So what was 2013 like? Well…

  • January: Norovirus.

  • February: Sinus infection from hell.

  • August: Shingles. Are you fucking kidding me?

  • September: Insomnia.

  • October: Severe anxiety issues.

  • November-December: Depression.

So yes. Fuck 2013. Fuck it so hard. Fuck this year. 2012 was good, but 2013 can go fuck itself with an acid spewing spiked dildo.

2014 better not suck.

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Kira is an Colorado-based collie dog permanently stuck in 1999. Her hobbies include software, trains, and doting on her wife, daughter and far too many cats. Lover of comfort foods, science fiction, alternative rock and progressive rock. Often wandering around without a clue. Proudly weird, proudly queer. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️


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