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Okay, trying to blog from my iPad, so if this works then I’m buying a MacBook. Lol.
….okay it works! Here we go….
Two thousand and ten was a year to remember. What will I personally remember it as? A lot of things. It was a year where I watched the entire market tread softly on the wall of worry, an epic wall of worry. It was a year where I witnessed ironic rallies, like clothing retail or movie rentals companies. It was a year of short squeezes, much like the good old days of 2007 (seems so long ago) as companies like Priceline, or Netflix, and Green Mountain Coffee kept moving up earnings after earnings. It was a year where the champs stayed the champs, as the Lakers repeated. It was a year to cheer for the underdog, as the Giants proved you don’t need a high payroll to win it all. It was a year of heroes- Drew Brees for a battered state, Manny Pacman” for a nation. It was a year of political compromise- not sure where Obama is going on these taxes. It was a year of betrayal- Lebron takes his talents to south beach, Cleveland wears Quitness. It was a year of haters- so what if Palin’s daughter can’t dance. It was a year that demonstrated that an upgrade doesn’t necessarily make things better – YouTube. It was a year of technological breakthrough- the iPad. It was a year of social networking, dumb students, and unproductive office workers- Facebook. It was a year of heartbreaks- I’ve broken a few, but had mine break by the same women twice. It was a year to reflect on many years- as I watched my father fight death. It was a year of happiness, hope- ibankcoin.
Have an awesome 2011!
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Impossible to read, ugh.
2010 “the year we met The Fly”
Cheers to another great year.
Oh Gio. I can’t imagine anyone breaking your heart even once, let alone twice. She’ll regret it, but you will probably not.
Shit, I remember when I was your age and I was so freakin’ stupid. Let all the good guys go and hung onto the POS’s. Then I lived to regret itl
And yeah, who care’s if Palin’s daughter can’t dance. As long as Palin doesn’t get anywhere remotely close to passing laws and shit that effect me, I don’t care what the Palins do. Her daughter should be off limits, though, and shame on her for dragging her into it all.