...it's 17:48 here, so I'm writing while I can.
How I'm going to meet the New Year? Like Razoff.
of ice cream and plenty of aims, that is. Looking back and thinking that, despite being bittersweet, 2012 was still a memorable, rich in mustaches year.
My friends, thanks for being always there, even though we could talk less often because of work. Thanks for being my conscience and inspiration. I don't regret one bit that I got to know you. And if there were any misunderstandings between us, forgive me and I forgive you.
Take care. Health matters. May the upcoming year spare you and yours.
My enemies, we'll never become friends (or understand each other, for that matter), but at least we can pay zero attention to each other. I don't want to drag any offense into the new year. Let's just consider we simply never existed for each other and move on, each with their own life.
Let's see what 2013 will bring us. Ready?